CHAINED: A Motorcycle Club Romance Read Online Free
Author: Samantha Westlake
beneath, and was still dressed in those black panties. But the bruised woman's eyes returned back to Cain.
Cain didn't know how to deal with that stare. He glanced over at Cheery, hoping for some help, but the woman just shrugged helplessly back. Clearly, she'd been caught as unprepared by the screaming as Cain.
After another minute of uncomfortable silence, Cain shrugged. "Whatever. I'm gonna make some coffee. You're welcome to some, I guess."
And he turned and trudged out of the whore's room, down to the kitchen, at the end of the hallway.
When he entered the kitchen, Cain nodded to its current occupants. Tommy was up, along with another woman, Selina, who stood near the young biker. Clearly, after being kicked out of Cheery's room, Tommy found another bed to share.
Bucky, one of the more senior Iron Skulls and a fellow officer, was also there, standing beside the coffee maker. "The hell's going on in this place, Cain?" he asked, as he grabbed a cup to pour some coffee for his brother officer. "You torturing some girl in there?"
Cain glared at Bucky, but the man pretended not to notice. And despite the jibe, Bucky was a good officer for the Iron Skulls, Cain felt. He had a fairly cool head on him, and although he tended to overindulge a bit when they had a big party, he could be trusted most of the time to make the right choice on leadership matters.
"Some girl stumbled in last night," Cain offered as he accepted the cup of coffee. "She passed out - put her in Cheery's room."
He waited for Bucky to respond, but the biker didn't say anything, and his eyes went over Cain's shoulder. Cain turned and glanced back behind him.
The woman had entered the kitchen, padding in silently on bare feet. She seemed to cringe back a bit as the other bikers and Selina looked at her, but she didn't drop her eyes. The rest of her looked beaten down and helpless, Cain suddenly thought to himself, but those eyes still contained a faint spark of burning, seething defiance.
After a moment, he held out his cup of coffee to her. "Got no cream," he warned her.
The girl didn't say anything, but a thin arm reached out, and her slender fingers carefully took the cup from Cain's hand. She held the cup as though it was made of fragile porcelain, lifting it carefully up to her face. She held it there, trembling slightly as she inhaled the steam rising up from its rim, before taking a small sip.
The rest of the bikers had fallen silent, looking at the girl. Still not acknowledging any of them, she shuffled forward with small steps, to one of the stools up against the center island in the kitchen. Moving with careful, little movements, as though trying not to draw attention to herself, she sat down on the stool, huddling over the cup of coffee on the counter.
The other bikers might have stayed frozen, but Cain felt a light tap at his shoulder. He moved aside, and Cheery stepped into the kitchen. She looked around, taking in the scene with a glance, and then moved over to the stool beside the girl. She took a seat, waiting a beat before turning towards the girl beside her.
"Hi there," the whore said, her voice soft and unthreatening. "I'm Cheery. It's okay, you're safe here. No one's going to hurt you."
The girl said nothing, but when Cheery carefully patted her gently on the shoulder, she didn't shrink or cringe away.
Cheery waited a moment, and then tried again. "What's your name, honey?"
"Jenna." If the kitchen hadn't been so quiet, with all the other bikers motionless and listening, they might not have caught the words. They were barely even a whisper.
"Jenna," Cheery repeated, smiling. "That's a nice name. "And where are you from, Jenna? Do you know how you got here?"
"Don't remember." Again, the words were barely a whisper, muttered down into the cup of coffee. Jenna's hair was covering her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
A quick look of exasperation flashed across Cheery's face, but then she stood up, stretching.
Cain didn't know how to deal with that stare. He glanced over at Cheery, hoping for some help, but the woman just shrugged helplessly back. Clearly, she'd been caught as unprepared by the screaming as Cain.
After another minute of uncomfortable silence, Cain shrugged. "Whatever. I'm gonna make some coffee. You're welcome to some, I guess."
And he turned and trudged out of the whore's room, down to the kitchen, at the end of the hallway.
When he entered the kitchen, Cain nodded to its current occupants. Tommy was up, along with another woman, Selina, who stood near the young biker. Clearly, after being kicked out of Cheery's room, Tommy found another bed to share.
Bucky, one of the more senior Iron Skulls and a fellow officer, was also there, standing beside the coffee maker. "The hell's going on in this place, Cain?" he asked, as he grabbed a cup to pour some coffee for his brother officer. "You torturing some girl in there?"
Cain glared at Bucky, but the man pretended not to notice. And despite the jibe, Bucky was a good officer for the Iron Skulls, Cain felt. He had a fairly cool head on him, and although he tended to overindulge a bit when they had a big party, he could be trusted most of the time to make the right choice on leadership matters.
"Some girl stumbled in last night," Cain offered as he accepted the cup of coffee. "She passed out - put her in Cheery's room."
He waited for Bucky to respond, but the biker didn't say anything, and his eyes went over Cain's shoulder. Cain turned and glanced back behind him.
The woman had entered the kitchen, padding in silently on bare feet. She seemed to cringe back a bit as the other bikers and Selina looked at her, but she didn't drop her eyes. The rest of her looked beaten down and helpless, Cain suddenly thought to himself, but those eyes still contained a faint spark of burning, seething defiance.
After a moment, he held out his cup of coffee to her. "Got no cream," he warned her.
The girl didn't say anything, but a thin arm reached out, and her slender fingers carefully took the cup from Cain's hand. She held the cup as though it was made of fragile porcelain, lifting it carefully up to her face. She held it there, trembling slightly as she inhaled the steam rising up from its rim, before taking a small sip.
The rest of the bikers had fallen silent, looking at the girl. Still not acknowledging any of them, she shuffled forward with small steps, to one of the stools up against the center island in the kitchen. Moving with careful, little movements, as though trying not to draw attention to herself, she sat down on the stool, huddling over the cup of coffee on the counter.
The other bikers might have stayed frozen, but Cain felt a light tap at his shoulder. He moved aside, and Cheery stepped into the kitchen. She looked around, taking in the scene with a glance, and then moved over to the stool beside the girl. She took a seat, waiting a beat before turning towards the girl beside her.
"Hi there," the whore said, her voice soft and unthreatening. "I'm Cheery. It's okay, you're safe here. No one's going to hurt you."
The girl said nothing, but when Cheery carefully patted her gently on the shoulder, she didn't shrink or cringe away.
Cheery waited a moment, and then tried again. "What's your name, honey?"
"Jenna." If the kitchen hadn't been so quiet, with all the other bikers motionless and listening, they might not have caught the words. They were barely even a whisper.
"Jenna," Cheery repeated, smiling. "That's a nice name. "And where are you from, Jenna? Do you know how you got here?"
"Don't remember." Again, the words were barely a whisper, muttered down into the cup of coffee. Jenna's hair was covering her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
A quick look of exasperation flashed across Cheery's face, but then she stood up, stretching.
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