Free Boxed Set: Steel: Blacthorne MC Romance by Carrie Cox Page B

help me.
    Nancy shrugged. “Are you okay?”
    It was a simple question, but there was genuine concern in her voice, and it made me tear up.
    “Not really,” I said. “I don’t know why I’m here. I just want to go home, but they are insisting I see Victor.”
    “And do you know who Victor is? Have you seen him before?”
    I shook my head. “I haven’t got a clue who he is.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I was at a bar with a friend and I…” I hesitated for a moment, my cheeks flushed, and then I said it all in a rush, “I hooked up with Nick… And afterwards, well, I’d had a lot to drink. I don’t really remember anything that happened after that. When I woke up in the morning, Chad was in my room, blocking the door, and they wouldn’t let me go.”
    Nancy stopped walking and turned around to face me. She was almost a foot taller than I was. She looked down at my face, studying me intently. She didn’t say anything. Why was everybody around here so weird?
    “I’ll get you some clothes,” she said. Her voice was gentle, almost motherly. “I’m sure you’ll get your meeting with Victor later, and everything will be fine.”
    She didn’t sound very certain to me.
    Nancy showed me into a small room with a double bed. It was plainly furnished, with white painted walls, and bare floorboards, but it looked clean and the linen looked fresh.
    “Will this do?” She asked as if I had a choice.
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “I’m going to get you some clothes, so wait here.”
    She left the room but didn’t completely shut the door behind her. I flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I just couldn’t think of a way to get out of this mess.

Chapter 3
    N ancy had only been gone for a minute or so when I heard footsteps and sat up. I assumed it was Nancy coming back with the clothes, but then I heard a voice I recognized. Deep and gritty. It was Damien.
    “Don’t argue with me, woman,” he said.
    Then I heard Nancy’s voice. “What kind of threat could a girl like that be to anyone? What were you thinking, Damien?”
    “It’s none of your business,” Damien said with a steely voice. “It’s up to Victor, and we’ll know what he wants to do tonight after he’s seen her.”
    “Since when were you so bothered about what your brother thinks?”
    “Are you determined to fight with me, Nancy? I’ve been away for a week.”
    “I don’t want to fight with you, but you drive me crazy sometimes.”
    There was silence for a moment before Damien said, “There’s something else.”
    “What’s that?”
    “We need to keep her away from Nick.”
    “Nick? Why?”
    “He’s been hanging around her a lot. I think he’s soft on her. We can’t risk that complication, so keep him busy tonight.”
    “How?”
    “The same way you would keep any man busy. Throw the girls at him and keep him occupied.”
    I heard footsteps retreating, and I guessed that Damien was walking off. I stayed sitting on the bed, feeling awkward, as Nancy walked in.
    She gave me a pity-filled smile as she put the clothes on the bed.
    “It’s not haute couture, but it should do while you’re here,” she said. “There’s a couple of dresses, a pair of jeans, and a couple of tank tops. I had to guess at your size, but I’m pretty good at that.” She smiled. “Is that okay?”
    I nodded, afraid to speak in case my voice broke and showed her how scared I really was.
    “Can I get you anything else?” Nancy asked, and when I looked up, I could see the pity shining in her eyes. I suspected she knew something I didn’t, and it terrified me.
    “No thanks.”
    Nancy told me I could find towels and toiletries in the bathroom that was just off the bedroom I was staying in.
    After she left me, I was surprised to find that it was quite a spacious ensuite. I took a shower, luxuriating in the hot, steamy water, and enjoyed the feeling of washing the dust from the desert off my skin. I took my time, knowing that I had a