Without Light (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 2) by Sarah Sorana Read Free Book Online Page B

I could get, but I knew it could open at any minute and light and men could pour in and scream at me and kick me again and again.
     
    It was ridiculous. I barely knew the man, and I wanted him to save me.
     
    Of course, if I’d never met him, I wouldn’t be in this fucking room.
     
    That much was obvious.
     
    They were beating me, they’d locked me in here, all to find out about Merle’s dope.
     
    I kept telling them that I didn’t know anything, that I was clueless.
     
    The light clicked on.
     
    Deep breath. I blinked, and huddled further into myself. I shut my eyes and hid my face.
     
    I heard soft footsteps and smelled something wonderful.
     
    A gentle noise, a clinking of something put down next to me.
     
    I heard someone, someone smaller than Jefe, sit down at the other end of the room.
     
    I opened my eyes and saw a small, dark-haired girl sitting across from me. She was about my age, and looked familiar.
     
    She looked sad.
     
    “ I’m sorry,” she said. “You were with that man. You were drawing all those tattoos, telling him about el Jefe. I thought you must know a lot.”
     
    The waitress from the Mexican restaurant.
     
    I shook my head, mutely.
     
    “ They let me bring you some food,” she whispered.
     
    I looked down, and saw a tray, with a plate, and a napkin, and a glass of water, and - real food. There wasn’t much of it, but it looked amazing. Eggs. Bacon. Peppers. Rice. I wasn’t sure what all of it was, but it looked amazing.
     
    “ Don’t eat too quickly,” she said. “You’ll get sick.”
     
    I swallowed.
     
    How could I not? I was so hungry.
     
    “ One bite at a time,” she said. “If you throw it all up you’ll regret it.”
     
    I nodded. I stretched my legs out in front of me, winced, and pulled the tray into my lap.
     
    There was a clean fork. Heaven.
     
    “ Where am I?” I asked.
     
    She shook her head.
     
    “ You’re… somewhere they own,” she said. “They bring girls here. You’re lucky you haven’t tried to run away. The last girl did.”
     
    “ I’m not the first girl they put in here?” I asked, although I’d figured that out already. They were so matter-of-fact, they had to have some sort of system.
     
    “ I think I was one of the first, but it’s been a long time,” she said. Her English was good, but she had a lilting accent I had to think about. “They let me out to wait tables at their restaurants now sometimes. I like that.”
     
    “ What do you do when you’re not waiting tables?” I asked, after a mouthful of beans.
     
    I’d never tasted anything so good.
     
    I took a gulp of water. Real, clean water.
     
    She looked at me strangely.
     
    “ What do you think?” she asked. “To these men, a girl is a whore or she is a wife.”
     
    She held up her hand.
     
    “ No one has given me a ring and no one will now,” she said.
     
    “ Can’t you run away?” I asked. “Give a note to someone when you’re at the restaurant?”
     
    Can’t you tell someone where I am?
     
    I didn’t say it out loud, but my eyes begged her to take pity on me.
     
    “ They will hurt me. They will hurt my sister,” she said, simply. “We are never away from here at the same time. I do not know where this is.”
     
    I bit my lip.
     
    “ Are they going to… are they going to hurt me more?” I asked.
     
    She didn’t say anything.
     
    “ You are a whore, or you are a wife,” she repeated. “You will make them money or you give them boys.”
     
    I swallowed.
     
    One of the men had groped me, but they’d not done anything more.
     
    Yet.
     
    “ Other girls have tried to escape?” I asked.
     
    “ The door isn’t locked,” she said. She wasn’t smiling now.
     
    “ I figured the one at the end of the hallway was,” I said.
     
    “ No,” she said. “It never is. It goes to the main room.”
     
    I frowned.
     
    “ What’s keeping girls in?”
     
    “ Any girl who leaves one of these cells, the Jefe tells the