Without Light (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 2) Read Online Free

that I had that level of rage in me.
     
    The girl stared at me. When my shaking fingers loosened their grip on her, she nodded, once. She turned and crawled away, hugging the wall, in the dark confusion.
     
    I followed her.
     
    What choice did I have?
     
    She led me to a small dark door, and we stood up and fled through it into a deserted kitchen.
     
    The girl said something in Spanish I didn’t understand.
     
    Probably a curse - or a prayer.
     
    She jerked her head at the doorway. “They’re probably out there. Good.”
     
    “ I am Catalina,” she said. “You are Megan?”
     
    I nodded.
     
    “ My sister is Lupe. Come.”
     
    I hesitated, but followed her down a maze of little hallways. I’d come this far, deciding to trust her.
     
    If she’d wanted to turn me in, she could have just shoved me out into the melee.
     
    Finally, she shooed me into a little room, even smaller than the bedroom I’d stolen the clothing from. There was a little cot on the floor, a high window letting in the first sunlight I’d seen in this terrifying place, and - a girl, clutching a backpack to herself.
     
    Catalina had said that Lupe was thirteen, but she was so scrawny and big-eyed, she looked years younger.
     
    My heart suddenly twisted, and some of my resentment of the other girl faded away.
     
    “ Hello, Lupe,” I said. “I’m Megan. We’re going to run for it, right, Catalina?”
     
    The older girl hesitated, but nodded.
     
    “ Vamanos,” she said, leaning down and picking up a bag and sweeping the pictures on top of the small table in the room into it.
     
    She zipped it up and threw it over her shoulder.
     
    “ Listen, both of you,” she said. “We need a car. We have to go get the keys, okay? I know where el Jefe keeps them, and he should be in the fight.”
     
    I nodded.
     
    “ Can we just walk somewhere?” I asked. “Or call the cops?”
     
    “ No,” she said flatly. “No cops, and we’re five miles from town. They’d catch us before we made it.”
     
    “ Okay,” I said, meekly. Now that we had Lupe with us, I was a hell of a lot more inclined to trust her. The girl was looking at her older sister with trust and devotion, and I couldn’t imagine Catalina disappointing her.
     
    Lupe and I followed Catalina back down the hallways to the kitchen, and darted into a better-kept door.
     
    “ Oh no oh no oh no,” Catalina breathed, “Run, run, Lupe, run!”
     
    It was too late. El Jefe had slammed the door, trapping all three of us in the room with him.
     
    He yelled something at Catalina in Spanish, flecks of angry spit flying at her.
     
    “ No,” she said. “No, no.”
     
    The man who had been torturing me slapped Lupe.
     
    I was frozen with terror.
     
    Hit him , I told myself. Hit him back . There are three of you, and he’s panting. He’s tired or hurt. You can do this.
     
    I couldn’t.
     
    I was too afraid.
     
    He struck Catalina full on the face, and she dropped to her knees, sobbing, blood trickling from her split lip.
     
    She looked up at him and said something pleading in Spanish, flinching when he raised his hand to her again.
     
    Lupe backed up a few steps, and el Jefe grabbed her by the hair and flung her to the floor.
     
    I cried out, but I was still stuck to the floor, as surely as if I’d been encased in concrete or frozen in ice.
     
    I was the only one standing now.
     
    He wasn’t that much taller than me or Catalina, but we were paralyzed before him. Something about his icy eyes drained us of our courage and defiance.
     
    Fortunately, it wasn’t only up to us.
     
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    The door on the other side of the desk burst open and slammed against the door, breaking the spell.
     
    Catalina flung herself over Lupe and I flung myself at el Jefe, yanking at his hair and scratching at his eyes, yowling and fighting like an angry cat.
     
    He tossed me aside with one sweep of his sinewy arm. It was