Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(24)

“Looks like your girl might know a little bit about hiding her tracks,” Sabre says over my shoulder. He might be right, but I’m not ready to give up on it yet. I do some number searches and then carriers. Prepaid cell, of course; that I was expecting. I hack into the carrier’s database and try to do a search on the phone. The number has been disabled. I’m not finding shit on how to hack into it again. I can’t even turn the number back on.

“Look at that, Latch. Our boy not only met his match everywhere else, I think she can out-hack him on the computer.”

“Fuck off. I’ll find it. It may just take a bit.”

“Whatever. We’re going to go out and find food. You want to go with us, or are you going to get back to your woman?”

“She’s not mine. If she was, I’d sure as f*ck bring her to heel. She runs too f*cking wild,” I grumble. “Bring us back some burgers and fries. I’ll go see what other shit our little captive has got into.” I do my best to sound like I’m dreading it, but if the truth was known, I’ve wanted to get back to her for a while now. Fuck, I didn’t even want to leave, if I’m being honest.

When I get back to the room, Katie is turned on her side, staring at the wall. She doesn’t turn around to acknowledge me and she doesn’t say anything.

I guess I’m getting the cold shoulder now.

“I brought your stuff back,” I tell her, starting with a peace offering. It’s met with silence. “I also got your jeep. We’ll ride in it when we take off for Kentucky tomorrow. It’ll make it easier.” I just keep talking and ignoring her silence. I commend myself for not already spanking her ass. “We could go pick up your sister and her daughter first and make things easier on everyone, if you’d rather.”

“Go f*ck yourself.”

Well, it’s not what I wanted from her, but hey, at least she’s talking.

“I see you’re still cheerful.” I walk over to her. Even standing right in front of her, she refuses to talk to me. “I like your eyes much better this way,” I tell her, for lack of something better to say, bending down to unhook her from the bed.

“My life has meaning now,” she says.

“Do you need to go to the restroom?”

“Wow. You mean I actually get to go to another room all by myself?”

“I can tie you back up if you’d rather,” I offer with a snide smile.

“You really are an *,” she mumbles, pushing off the bed. It’s then that I notice she’s limping. It seemed a couple times last night like her leg bothered her. I thought I might have been imagining things, but it’s definitely more pronounced today. I follow her into the bathroom, making sure there’s nothing she can use against me and double checking there’s no window. “Hell no! You’re not staying in here while I use the bathroom!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, grouchy. Was just making sure there wasn’t anything in here you could use to slit my throat with when we sleep tonight.”

“Now there’s a thought to cheer me up,” she says as I start to close the door.

“Words wound, you know, Katie.”

“I think your ego could take it, Torch.”

“I think I liked it better when you called me Hunter.”

“I think I liked it better when you were buried between my legs and couldn’t talk.”

“That could be arranged again,” I tell her.

“I could twist your dick until something pops while you sleep tonight too,” she says with a fake smile, then slams the door.

Damn.





“Do you really think these are necessary?” I ask Torch yet again. He’s got the one cuff on his wrist and one on mine and it’s really starting to piss me off. “I mean, we’re in the same room. It’s not like I’m going to be able to get away from you or outrun you.”

“Speaking of which, what did you do to your leg?”

Fuck. I’ve been so relaxed, I forgot to hide my limp from him. Yes, I know how absurd that sounds since I’ve spent the day screaming at him and threatening bodily harm and being chained up. Still, it’s not like my life has been normal, or sadly, that this is a new occurrence for me. Quite the opposite, really. It’s just that I kind of like the guy who has me tied up and is being a douche this time. That’s me, though; always getting into stupid situations just to keep things interesting. I really should have listened to Bethie.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I tell him sounding bored, as he swirls another french fry that one of the other men—Sabre, I think Torch called him—dropped off a bit ago.

“Whatever, Katydid.”

“What did you just call me?”

“Katydid. It’s a—”

“I know what it is. I’m just wondering why you think it’s okay to nickname me after an insect.”

“Open up,” he says, holding the fry close to my lips.

“I could feed myself, you know.” For some stupid reason, I’m enjoying him feeding me. I’ve decided to ignore it and give myself a break. My brain is probably still trying to catch up from all the orgasms last night and still views him as a friend and not an enemy. I’m sure it will recognize the difference soon. I lick my lips at the thought, hopefully before I make the mistake and sleep with him again.