Free Jayden (Aces MC Series Book 4.5) by Aimee-Louise Foster Page B

drove
down a narrow country road, the journey itself couldn't have been longer than
ten minutes and we pulled up outside a huge house. The building itself was a
modern build, possibly four or five bedrooms, it was double fronted and had a
double garage detached from the building. The grounds were immaculate whoever
lived here looked after the garden well, but if you could afford a house this
size, I would assume you'd have a gardener.
    That's when the dread set in and
my heart sunk, they'd fucking sold me on. I would become a sex slave or passed
around at parties, I could feel the bile rise in my chest and my breathing
became laboured. "Open the window," I ordered.
Pyet looked at me concerned by what he was seeing and opened the window so I
could get some fresh air. I stuck my head out of the window and breathed in and
out slowly taking in the cold air.
"What's the matter, I thought you'd be pleased?" Pyet looked confused
clearly not understanding my reaction of not wanting to live here.
I leaned back in the chair now that my breathing was slowly becoming
controlled, "Who lives here?"
Again, he looked at me confused, "It's a simple question Pyet, who lives
here?"
"Spyder lives here babe. Where did you think I'd taken you? To some random
house to sell you to the highest bidder?" I raised my brows as he
chuckled, "Ah you did think that." Pyet rubbed his forehead before
returning his hand to the steering wheel, "All this," he stated
wiggling his finger in front of my face pointing to the bruises, "Is
Spyder getting upset because he's jealous." I scoffed and folded my arms
across my chest. "I don't care if you believe me or not Sam to be honest
but he feels bad about what he did last night. He knows you've been loyal and
have done everything asked of you over the past couple of years, and this is
his way of thanking you. He wants you to be in charge of the newbie's and keep
control of the women."
His words confused me, why would Spyder want to do that and if he lived here,
what would he want in return? I groaned at my new predicament and didn't know
if I were better off at the other house with the rest of the women rather than
being here.
    "Come on, let me show you the
house." I exited the car with my bag and followed Pyet up the garden path
to the front door. He removed a bunch of keys from his pocket and used a long
brass key to open the door. As it was opened a huge German Shepherd came
hurtling towards us. Pyet bent down and rubbed the fur on its cheeks and around
its neck, which it enjoyed. "Hello Wellard, have you been a good
boy?"
"Yeah he's been good." I glanced down the hallway and saw a bloke not
much older than myself walk towards us. "And who's this?" he asked
looking me up and down, finally stopping when he noticed the bruising on my
face. "Someone's been keeping you in line I see."
I narrowed my eyes, and knew immediately who this was. "Like father like
son!" I whispered quietly.
Pyet stood close and whispered, "Behave yourself." He turned his
attention to the young bloke and extended his arm, "Hi Richmond, this is
going to be your new houseguest. I'm assuming your dad's told you about the
arrangement."
He nodded his head slowly still looking at me intently, "Yeah he did, I
just didn't expect the package to look like that."
I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut this time, there was no point trying to
argue with this boy and explain that it was his father that damaged my face as
by our brief conversation I could see that he was as arrogant as his father was.
"Do you want me to show Sam her room?" Pyet asked Richmond.
"Nah, I'll show her." My heart lurched in my chest as I didn't want to
be left alone with a stranger, I was just hoping that my appearance would put
him off from trying anything on with me.
"See you soon Sam," Pyet stated softly before giving me a quick kiss
on the cheek. I felt sick at his closeness but would've preferred for him to
stay.
    "So my dad said that you'd be
joining us from his whore house.