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Scarred By Pain (Royal Bastards MC : New Orleans, LA #2)(6)
Author: Crimson Syn

“Okay, stop crying.” He leaned back and propped his arms over his broad chest. I sniffled as a sob escaped. “You are not driving anywhere with your head as fucked up as it is. So you have two options. You stay here with me and take your chances, or I drive you back home.”

Shift change had probably occurred by now, which meant that Diego was probably scared out of his mind. I remembered the phone. “There was a phone. A cell phone.”

The man eyed me for a long time, I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, before turning around and heading to the desk in the corner. He opened the drawer and slid out the small silver phone that Diego had given to me. I stepped closer and grabbed it from his hands. Turning it on, I noticed I had thirty missed calls all from the same number. I looked up at him. “Can I make a call?”

“You’re not a prisoner. Do whatever you want, but I’ll be out front if you need me.”

I waited until he closed the door, leaving me alone to quickly call back the number. It didn’t even ring once before I heard his frantic voice.

“Donde, puta madre, te metiste?”

“Please, Diego. Calm down.”

“Do you have any idea what I had to do to stay on post? I swear to God, you are never leaving this place again.”

I felt my whole life slip from my hands in that instance. “Donde. Estas?”

“I had an accident.”

“What?”

“On the highway. There was a deer, I swerved. The animal came out of nowhere. A kind person found me, saved me, and stitched me up.”

“You got stitches?” His voice softened as he replied, and then hardened immediately. “That doesn’t excuse the fact that you didn’t answer my phone calls.”

“I never turned the phone on! I had no idea you had called.”

“Mierda!”

I stayed quiet as he continued to curse. I could tell he was trying to figure out how to get me home without being seen.

“Please, Diego. Help me.”

“Haven’t I helped you enough?”

“Yes. And I’ll give you anything you want. But just get me back home before my brother arrives.”

There was silence on the other hand, but I could hear him breathing. “There is an old abandoned gas station off of L57. Have whoever it is that is with you drop you off there tonight. I’ll pick you up. And, Dyanara?”

“Y-yes.”

“Don’t you fucking dare tell them who your brother is, let alone who I am.”

“Y-yes.”

“Don’t be late!”

The phone went dead, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Now to handle the man outside and manage to convince him to take me to some old abandoned gas station and leave me there.

 

 

4

 

 

Knuckles

 

 

“You want me to take you where?”

“The old gas station off L57.”

“You realize that place hasn’t seen a human being in years.”

“Yes, I know.”

I paced the expanse of the office trying to piece together what the hell was going on. This woman drops these tiny little bombs all over me and I’m supposed to take her at her word. She obviously looks afraid of going back home, yet she says she needs to go back.

Back to where?

To whom?

And why was I so damn adamant about not letting her go?

She was a stranger. A beautiful one, yes, but a stranger, nonetheless. If Jameson found out I was hiding a strange woman away in my shop, he’d have my head. Especially one with these many secrets.

“Look, sweetheart, you cannot expect me to leave a woman out in the middle of nowhere, especially not by herself.”

“Stop calling me sweetheart. I’m not your sweetheart.”

“What should I call you then? Little girl? Cause that’s exactly how you’re acting.”

She narrowed her eyes on me and a fire sparked. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to keep poking at it just to see where it would go.”

“My name is Dyanara.”

“Fine, little girl. Whatever you say.”

She seethed softly and I nearly laughed. She was feisty, and I had to admit, I liked a challenge. “I already told you I have someone I trust picking me up.”

“See, that right there. Why do you have to say shit like that? A person of trust. Where is it that you’re from exactly? And why is it that you don’t seem to trust anyone?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“And you like to avoid them.” We stared at one another, defiance in her eyes.

“I can’t tell you,” she whispered, staring down at her fidgeting hands.

I crouched down in front of her, placing my hands on her thighs. I gripped her tight. “Who is hurting you?”

Her eyes met mine, a troubled frown traced her brow. “You have been so very kind to me. Saved me, fed me, kept me safe. I’m truly grateful. But I have to ask you to please stop prying because, to be honest, it’s none of your business.”

I was taken aback by her fierceness. The fire that had ignited in her brown eyes shone bright, and I couldn’t help but stare into them, mesmerized. I liked her. She was tough and honest. She spoke her mind and told a man like me to back off, and I had to respect that.

I stood up and sat down at the edge of my desk, watching her. “Can you at least tell me where you were headed last night?”

She hesitated, biting down on her plump lip, but I finally got a response from her. “Madame Laveaux.”

Madame Laveaux was Voodoo’s grandmother. Voodoo was one of the Enforcers for the Ankeny Chapter up in Iowa. His grandmother was this high Voodoo Priestess, and when it came to Voodoo and the tarot, she was the one you went to. Jameson spent a lot of time up there, but I didn’t dare. I had way too many skeletons in my closet, and I didn’t want anyone gripping onto one of them and holding it over my head.

“What about Madame Laveaux?”

“She and my mother were good friends. My mother would take me to her when I was younger, to get cleansings done. She’s the only other person in this world I can trust. The only one who will tell me the truth. I was headed to see her to give her this,” She pulled out a gold bracelet and as she twirled it, small red rubies shone in the light.

“It was my mother’s and I was going to give it to her as payment for everything that she’s done for me. I doubt I’ll ever be able to get it to her.” Her eyes met mine and I knew exactly what she was going to ask me next.

“Do you think…”

“You can give it to her yourself.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to.”

“Well then, that’s too bad.”

“Please.” She gripped my hand in hers and slid the bracelet into it. “All you have to tell her is that it’s from her butterfly. She’ll know who it’s from. And tell her thank you.”

I frowned. “This is all too cryptic for me. You can give it to her yourself.”

“Please.” She held my hand tight and I couldn’t argue with her. The instinct to protect her was overwhelming. It also didn’t help that her soft touch made me get lost in sensual thoughts that came and went when I was around her. Those soft brown eyes continued to plead with me and I couldn’t resist.

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