Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,4
monetary plan, I would only have half the debt I did now, and it’d be completely manageable with the part-time job I managed to snag at the bar working for the girls.
“Why don’t you look worried?” one of the girls talking behind me, but I didn’t think she was talking to me.
“Hannah?”
“Hmm?” I asked as I peered over my shoulder.
“How can you be so calm right now?”
Slash snickered. “Because she’s part of me. That’s why.”
I rolled my eyes. “Because this is a vacation right now compared to some of the things I’ve been experiencing. That’s why.”
My cousin slowly looked over at me. “Is that asshole bothering you again?”
“He never stopped.”
She paused. “Wait, what?”
I shrugged and went back to looking at the wall.
“You told me he left you alone,” Slash said.
“That’s because I didn’t want to bother you any longer. I’ve got it under control,” I said.
She came and sat next to me. “The hell, you do. Your ex is dangerous. I told you that before you guys started dating back in college, and the same holds true today.”
“Yeah, well. Again, I’ve got it under control.”
“What’s he been doing?” someone asked.
“You know where he lives?” another girl asked.
“Got his number? I could send a threatening text before my phone dies.”
We all paused as Slash slowly turned around on her ass.
“Darla,” she said.
“Yeah?”
My cousin blinked. “You mean to tell me you’ve had a cell phone on you all this time and you didn’t—”
Darla cursed beneath her breath. “Fuck. Just kidding. Phone just died.”
Slash threw her hands up into the air as I giggled. I shook my head and turned back to the wall before I sent up as many prayers to God as I could muster. I was in here with a bunch of numbskulls. A bunch of incapable girls who didn’t know their left from their right. And to think, at one point my cousin wanted me to be part of this damn group!
Hell, no.
I would’ve never made it out alive hanging around with these idiots.
“Well, when we get out of here, I’m giving him a piece of my mind,” Slash said.
I shrugged. “Won’t matter. I’ll be long gone by then.”
“Huh?”
I sighed. “Never mind. Let’s just focus on getting out of here.”
Slash turned her attention to the other girls. “All right, since there was obviously a phone in our midst I didn’t know about, anyone got any weapons they might be hiding?”
The room stayed silent as a mouse and I could’ve sworn I heard my cousin’s heart drop to the floor.
“Anyone else got a phone?” she asked.
Again, nothing but silence.
“What about a fingernail filer? Or a cable cord? Possibly a piece of piano string?”
I furrowed my brow. “What is this, the mob? No one just carries that shit around on them.”
A girl raised her hand in my peripheral. “Uh, I do.”
Slash perked up. “You do? You’ve got something?”
I giggled, because I knew exactly what was coming.
“No, ma’am. I mean I usually carry a piano string with me,” the girl said.
Slash clicked her tongue. “And do you have some now?”
“Well, no. But—”
I barked with laughter. “My God, I hate you all.”
Slash scooted her ass across the floor until her back sat against the wall I faced. She kept stealing looks at me, as if she were waiting for me to look up. I wouldn’t, though. I wouldn't give her the time of day. I placed my forehead against my knees and closed my eyes, trying my best to keep myself calm.
“Okay, so,” Slash began.
“Please, dear God, take me now,” I murmured.
“The two windows in this room are made of bulletproof glass. Plus, they’re sealed.”
“I know. Dear heavens, I know.”
“And that doorknob is fake. The only real one that works is on the other side. So, this room was intentionally set up—”
I lifted my head. “—to keep people in here they want to capture and hold because that’s what people like this do, Slash. We’re trapped, and I’ve known that since they first tossed us in here and closed the door. There are five guys out there, none of which are the head honcho you’re thinking of because everyone out there have voices like mice, and a leader’s voice will boom. Even if he’s the wimpy-ass pussy you say he is. None of those guys walking around out there command themselves with the confidence necessary for it to be the guy you’re looking for, so please stop assuming that every time someone comes to the door, it’s him! Okay!?”
I panted for air as