Sweet Submission (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Read Free Book Online

spurned.  “You’re drunk,” she stated the obvious. She hardened her heart to him, but she stepped aside, knowing Rayan was prone to rages while inebriated. The last thing she needed was for him to attack her. Bionca would hate to have to chop his ass down to size. He was still her best friend’s sibling, after all.
     
    Giving up trying to stop him, Bionca ambled to Afia’s bedroom door and gestured inside. “Her things are in here,” she replied. “You’ve got ten minutes. Rest assured, I’ll be calling my roommate to make sure you have her permission to be rifling through her stuff.”
     
    He snorted in amusement as she strutted to the living room and grabbed her phone, but the call to Afia went unanswered. Worry spread furrows across her smooth brow, and she gnawed at her chipped nails anxiously as she listened to Rayan tearing through Afia’s closet with no concern for keeping a low profile. She jumped as she heard something shatter and break. Whatever it was, he kicked it aside.
     
    She sighed. “What have they done to you, Afia?” she murmured. She clutched her phone in her hand. As soon as Rayan left, she would call Afia’s fiancé and let him know that something was up. She had visions of Afia being locked away somewhere to abide by her parents’ strict rules. Rage at what she considered an overstep of boundaries flooded through her. The notion seemed archaic and uncivilized, but she knew the Aminis wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever was necessary to keep Afia under their heel. 
     
    Bionca assumed the meeting to discuss the future nuptials hadn’t gone well. That was the only explanation.  “Just wait, darling. I’ll send in the cavalry.” She steeled her jaw and waited. Sam would know what to do.  There was no way he’d let them keep the woman he loved like Rapunzel. He’d find a way to break her free, and perhaps finally Afia would understand. With or without her parents’ approval, she had to live. The only alternative was to be at their mercy. Judging by the bear in the bedroom, their mercy left much to be desired.
     

 
    CHAPTER 5
     
    “What do you mean they took her?” He sat forward at his desk at work, turning away from the diagram on the computer to give Bionca his full attention.
     
    He hadn’t heard from his fiancé all weekend, and he had known something was up, but the phone call from her roommate on Monday morning confirmed his worst fears. “Rayan came over here on Saturday and packed up her things. He told me she was moving home. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all weekend, man! You weren’t answering your cellphone.”
     
    “I was out of range,” he admitted. “I was out in the desert. No towers to give me a signal. So, you haven’t talked to her at all in two days?”  Sam had spent Saturday out at the compound with The Devil’s Sons, celebrating his engagement. The desert was notorious for dropped signals, and he’d actually assumed he had missed a call from Afia for exactly that reason.
     
    “She won’t answer my calls. Sam, I’m scared. Afia told me she was planning to talk to her parents about your relationship. I think they may have gotten so upset with her for her decision to be with you that they’re trying to keep her in the house to keep her away from you. I don’t know what to do.”
     
    “Calm down. I’m gonna check out the situation and see what I can do.” He hung up the phone with a weary sigh. “This shit is getting out of hand,” he muttered to himself. Swearing, he tried to put his focus back on his work, but he couldn’t. He was worried about Afia.
     
    She had insisted the only way her parents would hear of a relationship with him was by her own admission, but apparently that hadn’t worked out so well. The idea they were keeping her hostage—that was the only way to describe it—was incredulous. He pounded his desk in frustration and pushed away, rising to his feet to move around the spacious, attractive