Page 31 of Two Tricks

I scrunched up my face in a frown at him, irritated that I was playing right into his hand… but I really wanted to wear normal clothes that fit.

Popping out of the bed, I raced out of the room and was downstairs before he even stood up. I saw the shopping bags on the pool table and headed right for them. Digging through the bags, I grinned, seeing things that every badass chick needed for her wardrobe—distressed jeans, leather pants, sassy graphic tees that were bleached and cut up, and finally, a leather jacket.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile that doesn’t involve food or coffee,” Void said from the kitchen.

My head snapped up in his direction, yet again pissed that these guys could sneak up on me so easily. Void walked over to me and handed over a mug full of steaming coffee.

I looked at it, then him, with a raised eyebrow. “What’s that for?”

“It’s morning and you haven’t had any yet,” Void said with a shrug. “If you don’t want it, that’s fine—I’ll just dump it out.”

“Like hell you will!” I snapped, grabbing the mug from him. “How could you even think to toss out perfectly good coffee? What kind of heathen are you?”

“I’m not a heathen, little demon, I’m just not a crazed caffeine addict like you. Most normal people can survive without needing coffee injected into their veins,” he grumbled. “By the way, don’t think I’ve forgotten about winning our little bet—you’ll be with us for the next thirty days. I already shared the news with the others at breakfast.”

Taking a huge gulp of my coffee, I glared at him over the rim. “You don’t seriously expect me to leave everything for the next month because I couldn’t beat a trained MMA fighter, do you?”

Void gave me a grin that was mostly teeth. “Been snooping around, I see. Well, that should teach you to make a bet you know you can’t win, unless Two Tricks’ enforcer isn’t a woman of her word.”

Letting out a growl, I squared up to him. “If you know anything about me from all your research, you know I never go back on my word. What I really need to do is challenge you to a rematch and kick your ass.”

Void just shook his head with a smirk on his lips. “Sorry, little demon, I don’t need a rematch. I got what I wanted the first time around.” He leaned down so we were nose to nose. “I don’t start fights I can’t win.”

Booping me on the nose, he headed out of the house.

“AHHH!” I yelled as I snatched up the bags of clothes and headed for Eagle’s room, not wanting to go all the way upstairs to mine where Cognac might be waiting for a striptease. If Void thought just because I wouldn’t go against my word on this bet it didn’t mean I wouldn’t make him change his mind. I would make the next three months hell until he sent me away himself.

Making sure the room was empty and I wasn’t going to get snuck up on, I tossed off my clothes. Rooting through the bags, I found a handful of silky and lacy underwear that I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at. I never understood why women invested in the stuff when normal underwear worked just as well. Pulling out a tank top that caught my eye, I smiled. It was all black, but on the back, the straps were made up of a collage of embroidered skulls in white. Slipping it on, I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans that had rips and alternative band patches sewn on them. I had to hand it to Tilly, she had great taste.

Dressed, I looked at the mess I made with my clothes, old and new, on the floor and all over Eagle’s bed. All too pleased with myself, I left it, knowing he would be pissed when he found it.

Back in the living room, I saw Cognac packing stuff up in a cooler, not noticing me right away. I watched as he put sandwiches, snacks, and various drinks in.

“Did I miss the part where we are going on a picnic?” I asked.

“Well, you said I couldn’t eat you, so I figured I would pack something else,” Cognac answered without missing a beat.

I couldn’t help the laughter that popped out of my mouth at his statement. Cognac was the epitome of a high school jock who thought he could get any girl he wanted with his smooth moves.

“Be honest—you’re only interested in me because you can’t have me. If I was easy, then you would be bored and move on to someone else,” I challenged.

Cognac stopped and looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Loba, does that mean you’re going to let me have my way with you so I’ll leave you alone? Because I am all for that plan.”

“Keep dreaming, buddy,” I scoffed as I grabbed the boots Sprocket gave me yesterday.

“Trust me, you are the center of all my dreams, loba. I’m just waiting for you to realize that what we had on the dance floor wasn’t fake. The connection we have can’t be denied, no matter how hard you try,” Cognac said, winking at me as he set the lid on the cooler.

“That’s cute that you think that, really, but I don’t do anything but casual hook-ups. I’ve only dated one guy, and that lasted two weeks before I caught him messing around with another girl. Things are just so much easier without the extra baggage when we both know all we want is to get off. Sex is a need. Why make it more complicated?”

Cognac just looked at me for a moment, the silence heavy between us. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a jaded woman before. Come on, open the door for me, would ya? Let’s get this day started.”

Mildly surprised that he let the subject drop, I shrugged and held open the front door for him. The more I could lull him into believing that I wasn’t a threat now that I’d supposedly agreed to stay for a month, the better. If they wanted to willingly take me out into the wilderness of their compound, that’s on them. I told them upfront that I was gonna get out of this place, and this just seemed so perfect. If I could take out Cognac and steal the ATV, then I’d be well on my way to getting free.

It worried me how often I had to remind myself that I was a prisoner here and that these men were holding me captive. They wanted to use me against Two Tricks, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not that I would ever give up any information, but it’d look bad if word got out that I had been kidnapped. My reputation was something I had worked to build and enforce for years; I couldn’t afford to let myself become so easily distracted by this biker gang.

The ATV was parked in front of the house, and I was shocked to see it wasn’t just your typical recreational vehicle. No, this was a tactical ATV like the military used in desert missions. It had two front seats and a short bed full of supplies that would be needed to repair the fence. It had a roll cage with a sun screen over the top to provide some shade while driving, but otherwise, it was open.

“Coming?” Cognac asked as he hopped into the driver’s seat.