Free Death Ride (Blue Bandits MC Book 5) by Michelle Woods Page B

if you stay with them long enough you’ll learn,” Death grumbled.
    Jamie watched him stare out the window ignoring her for a long moment before she sighed and picked up the tray before walking towards the door. Just before she got to it, she turned to look at him.
    “Just because you keep talking about me not being here long enough to understand who the Headhunters I live with really are, I’ll share a bit of information with you. I’ve lived with them for over ten years so I would bet I’d know more about them than you would.” With that Jamie kicked the door and Lake opened it so she could step out into the hallway, anger still thrumming through her.
     

     
    Death watched Becky walk out of the room, a little stunned by her revelation. She’d been with them for ten years? How was she still as innocent as she was? The Headhunters were a bunch of drug addicts and psychotics so he didn’t understand how she wasn’t like the countless women he’d rescued from these bastards. Had Blade somehow protected her from it all? Who was she to Blade anyway? His lover?
    That thought sent anger sliding down his spine because he didn’t like the idea of Blade’s hands on her, not one damned bit. Her being his lover was the only thing that made any sense though and that didn’t make him very happy. Blade must have gotten a real kick out of him being all protective the other night. Death seethed at the idea of his captor enjoying his threats of retaliation. He needed to get the girl off his mind and start concentrating on getting the fuck out of here. If she’d been here since she was young, she’d be fine if he left her here.
    He reached over to the bedside table and snatched up the clock. Using the bed frame to smash it, he dug around trying to find something inside it to make lock picks out of. Finding two thin pieces of metal that ran around the outside of the clock mechanism, he grinned. He’d be out of here by tomorrow night for sure.
     

     
     
    Jamie entered the room a little before lunch and let out a gasp because Death wasn’t on the bed. She was about to call out to Crook who was at the door when she was grabbed from behind and her mouth was covered. A hard male body pressed against her and she felt the thick ridge of his cock against her lower back.
    “No screaming, sweetness.” Death’s gruff voice sent shivers down her spine. She felt her body shake against his and she couldn’t understand how he’d gotten out of his chains. Her hands shook as she tried to pull his hand away from her mouth but couldn’t. She hit his arm until he trapped her hands with his, somehow managing it fast enough that she couldn’t escape or free her mouth to call out.
    Jamie tried to tell him he wasn’t getting away with her mouth covered but all that came out was a garbled, “Yu cnt it umway.”
    “Not sure what you’re saying, darling, but I can guess. You’re telling me I won’t get away. Only you’re the reason I will. Your lover wants you alive and that means you are my ticket to freedom,” Death whispered against her ear and Jamie couldn’t breathe as every nerve ending in her body felt overcharged with sexual energy.
    She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her but she did know she had lost her mind. Feeling desire flow through her while she was held by a man who could decide to kill her at any moment shouldn’t make her horny but somehow it did. Jamie was a little shocked at her amorous reaction; usually if she was grabbed unexpectedly like he had just done, she went into panic mode and couldn’t escape the nightmare that reminded her of Slither almost raping her. Perhaps it was the fact that even though he was holding her tightly enough she didn’t have a chance in hell of getting away, he wasn’t hurting her. Even the hand he had over her mouth was gentle and the feeling of his warm breath on her neck was starting to increase the rampant desire flowing through her.
    “I will let your mouth go if