Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(16)

“That’s a good f*cking question,” Jett said. “I’m rethinking that part of it all right now. There were police on the way. I saw blood. You… just something about you. I got you here and figured I’d get some information from you. This morning.”

“Sorry,” Lena whispered.

She put her jeans on and then waited for Jett to take the lead.

When he moved by her, Lena shot her hand out and grabbed at his wrist. She pulled at Jett. He spun and was an inch from her.

Tell him the truth. Right now. Don’t f*ck around with it…

“What?” Jett asked.

“Thank you. For helping me.”

“Beautiful, you don’t know who I am. I’m a bad guy. I just hope whoever hurt you is worse than me.”

“Someone hurt me?”

“You were knocked out. You weren’t drunk. You don’t remember a thing. Makes sense to me. Let’s see if something can jar your memory.”

Jett turned his hand and grabbed Lena by her hand. He guided the way from the bedroom to a hallway.

“Down there is the main part,” Jett said. “We’re avoiding that.”

“Why?” Lena asked.

Jett looked right at her. “You’re not exactly welcome here, beautiful. Sorry to be honest. We have a lot of shit going on around here. In the middle of something like a war. Just sneak out through the back way with me, okay?”

Lena nodded and took mental notes. She felt like a real bitch right now, using Jett to find a way out of the clubhouse. But she had no choice. She needed to escape. She needed… to get help…

“What about the police?” Lena asked.

Jett kept walking and didn’t respond until he opened the back door, letting sunlight flood them.

They were outside and Lena took a deep breath.

“Jett?” she asked.

“Police?” Jett asked. “That’s what you want?”

“I’m not welcome here,” Lena said. “I don’t want anymore trouble. So just take me there. They can help me. With… things…”

Jett stared at her. His eyes were so intense. So deep and dark. So beautiful.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do that,” Jett said.

He then started to walk again. This time he didn’t hold Lena’s hand. They walked along the side of the building. Lena took all her surroundings in. She wondered if she shouldn’t just make a run for it right now. If she just started to go… keep her legs moving… pumping…

Lena saw the front of the building and the compound, and her idea was suddenly shattered. There were motorcycles everywhere. A few guys were standing around. To the gates it looked like ten more miles. Lena knew if she tried running Jett would catch her in seconds. If he would catch her. She looked at him, noting the look on his face. Lena hated herself for what had happened… the sex was so good and now she was pretending it never happened.

“Getting anything?” Jett asked.

“No,” Lena lied. “Nothing yet.”

“Come over here for a second,” Jett said.

They walked to a railing. There was a ramp next to the railing that went down to a large garage door. The place was a big compound of vehicles, and part,s and supplies. Lena knew that must have been the cover for the MC.

She touched the railing and stared out.

“You don’t seem so confused right now,” Jett said.

Lena gasped and turned her head. “I don’t know what to feel. I don’t understand…”

“Nothing’s coming back, huh?” Jett asked.

“Nothing. Maybe you should call the police. Let them come get me.”

“What do I tell them? That I found you in a bloody shirt? That I didn’t call them right away? That you woke up, knew your name, knew my name, begged me to f*ck you, then fell back asleep? Oh, then you woke up this morning and can’t remember a thing?”

Lena swallowed. “I don’t know. They can help.”

“What can they do? Ask you a million questions. So I can do that. What do you remember? Anything. Something. A snippet of anything…”

Lena’s bottom lip quivered.

I remember everything. Don’t f*cking get on me, Jett. Don’t f*cking hurt me… everyone always hurts me.

“It’s all blank,” Lena said.

“Yeah…”

Lena looked forward again. She was going to give it another few seconds then ask to go back inside. Then she could find a way for Jett to leave the bedroom long enough for her to make her escape. She knew the way out. And if she couldn’t walk right out of the gates, there were other ways.

Before she could say something else, she felt something press against her. Not something, but someone. She looked back and saw Jett towering over her.

Their eyes met and Lena opened her mouth, but had no breath. Jett had stolen her breath, again. She was left quivering, wondering what the hell was happening.

“Do you have feeling in your right leg?” he whispered as he stared down at her.

“Yeah… why?”

“Then why haven’t you blasted me in the nuts yet?”

“What?”

“Some guy presses himself against you and you don’t kick him away. Why not?”

“I… you… you’re not going to hurt me.”