The Biker Alpha's Cinderella

Chapter 6

Nova's POV

No. No. No. This isn't true. He wouldn't dare. But he…he brought me here.

That was my father. Elias Voss. Leader of the Obsidian syndicate. Hazel eyes, grey full hair nearly trimmed with his beard.

That madman had haunted me for years, using me as his experiment. He took another step, and the light revealed his features perfectly. Dressed in a dark tux, as always, eyes cold and fixed on mine. Then, I darted to Jax's face, before dropping to Jax's hands, holding mine.

"Don't tell me we have to start renegotiating the terms now, biker boy?" My father started with a smug, sick grin on his face; he looked like a man who had just won the lottery. My heart sank. Each word leaving his lips hit hard. Jax had set me up. Very rich for a man who claimed to be saving me.

"I have to admit, of all the bounty hunters I know, nobody is as good as you, Jax. I will give you that, and I'm willing to uphold my end of the deal?" Elias continued. My eyebrows crunched down, my cheeks turned red, not from embarrassment. It was much different. Anger. This man took down a team of hunters after me, giving that sick twisted speech about how he was saving me, only to be a bounty hunter.

"Bring his price now," He called out, and A man behind him, dressed in a black suit, walked forward, and I noticed it. The bag. He held it out, clicked the top open. "All yours," Elias added, gesturing to the pile of cash.

"One million in cash. Just like I promised, now hand the girl over, and we can call it a night." Jax stood there frozen, like he wasn't sure anymore, and I couldn't believe what I was staring at. My eyes reddened. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. I didn't want to go back. Heck. I'd rather die than go back.

It's all his fault. I glared at Jax. Everything began to click. The quick call. His sudden niceness. Changing lanes without his men. It had all been his plan to get it easy. To sway me off the road, and sell me out without looking like a weakling to his men. I pulled my hand away from him as it burned. I was waiting for him to say something, but as time passed, I realized that maybe he did this intentionally.

"You brought me to him," I asked in a low, raspy voice, cracking like thin ice. For a man I had only met a few minutes ago, the betrayal was cutting deep, and I could feel every moment of my heart breaking.

"You brought me to him!" I screamed when I got no responses, and I saw his jaw tick.

He caught my gaze, and his brows flared down. "I did not.”

Yeah. Sure. And birds don't have wings. Why did I ever think he would help me? What did I expect from a gang leader? He would always choose money.

The moment I let my guard down and trusted another person, I ended up in the same position that I had been running from for two years.. I wasn’t going to be a damsel in distress anymore, I will save myself.

My hands tightened into fists, nails biting into my palm, drawing blood. The cheap waitress uniforms clung to my skin, damp with sweat and melting snow.

Every inch of my skin itched to run.

“Nova—” Jax began, but I was quicker. My hand swept across his cheek. The sound echoed off the wall.

Crack.

His face fell sideways. My handprint was visible on his skin, glaring red. He didn't flinch, standing there, with a stunned expression.

“You tricked me!” I screamed. “You led me to his trap, you lying son of a b***h! How much did he pay you, huh? I can't believe I listened to your lies about…saving me. Being yours when you handed me over like a goddamn package!”

The confusion blared in his gold eyes. “f**k this,” I spat, turned towards the door, and my stomach churned at the turn. I could feel bile rising up now, and I wanted to do nothing but to hurl up my stomach content. I turned back, and I ran.

A strong urge pulled me back towards Jax, towards the man who just sold me out, but I fought it back with all my will. It was almost like I was physically tearing myself off him, and the pain rippled through me, making me choke back on my sobs.

I had barely gotten anywhere close to the middle of the room when rough hands grabbed mine from behind. The jolts that went through me confirmed it was Jax, and I refused to turn back and look at him. His fingers gripped my upper arm and pulled me back against his chest using so much force that the air knocked out of my lungs.

“Nova.” My body shivered to his deep baritone. “Stay.”

That command. I was rooted to the spot.

The silence cracked with my father's low chuckle. My head tilted to watch him adjust his tie, and he was looking at us like we were some amusement for his entertainment. The sound grated on my nerves even more.

“Thessalyra darling,” Elias spoke proudly yet softly. “Two years.”

He took a step forward and reached for me, but stopped as he raised his eyes to Jax. His hand retreated, but he continued talking. “The Obsidian Pack has missed you. Don’t you miss your home, or this sweet father of yours?”

His eyes shifted to the corner. “Those useless servants searched every motel, bar. Any place we were sure you would be until…Jax. He owed me a favour, and he gave me exactly what I needed. Such an honorable man.”

My stomach churned painfully like a fist of heat had hit a spot. Jax’s hand on my arm disgusted me even further, and I wriggled, trying to break free. He wasn’t saying anything, just looking between my father and me, and that alone made me feel off.

“Come home with me,” he continued, spreading his hand open.

I looked at him, and the anger was dwindling, being replaced by the raw, agonizing fear of that room. Flashes of needles pricked endlessly into my skin. The lab, the pain. My skin breaking, my screams. Dad watched everything and commanded them to increase the dosage.

“No. Over my dead body,” I bellowed, with a strength that I didn’t even know I had.

“What?!” He looked annoyed, almost like he couldn't believe the same girl who spent two years running from him would go home with him willingly.

“You heard me,” I replied, trying to stay calm and not let him see the fear in my eyes. My father was like a vulture; he could smell the fear of a man a thousand miles away. He would find a weakness in you and exploit it terribly.

I pulled to run again, but Jax held me tight. What the f**k was his problem? My knee kicked his leg, but he wouldn't budge.

“Let me go!” I screamed, scared he would hand me over. I could feel myself getting hot and bothered. Why wasn’t he handing me over, or letting us run the hell out of here if he had no business handing me over?

“You crazy—” I started as I turned to him, and he turned to face me. He looked emotionless, and the scar across his eyes made him look scarier. For the second time tonight, I found myself getting lost in those eyes again.

“Nova. I need you to trust me.” He stated, his voice low and gruff.

“Nobody is taking you away from me, not tonight and never. He doesn’t scare me, and he would have to go through me to get you, but you have to trust me. I need you to stay with me.” My breath caught for a moment. His eyes held still, demanding. A quick check at my father, then at him, had me even more confused. What the hell was he even talking about?

I nodded, and he pushed me behind me, shielding me with his huge body.

“You're making a mistake, Jax,” My father threatened, finally finding his voice. “Hand her over to me like a good lad, and we can all leave her in peace.”

Jax's muscles tensed. “Like i said, over my dead body” He spat, and my father looked at him like he was unreasonable. I could see his jaw tightening, and he motioned for his men. Every corner of the warehouse shook with loud movements. Footsteps running forward to us. Another doorway I hadn't noticed broke open and men rushed in, lined up with black tactical gear, rifles raised.

Panicked, I looked around. There was no way we were surviving this. The doors shut mechanically at once.

“I always considered you a smart man Jax, I wonder what about my daughter makes you ant to lose your life for her.” My father drawled, looking over us with his eyes fixed on mine. “We can skip the bloodshed if you just hand her over.”

“I said no,” Jax breathed.

“Very well. Kill him. But make sure she's still alive. I didn’t leave my home to return with a dead daughter.”

There was silence as Jax stepped forward, took off his jacket and handed it to me. Then the room froze as the air shifted. I stumbled, hearing his voice get deeper. “Duck,” he ordered, not even turning to look at me.

I obeyed, pushing my body down fast, as the first shot rang out.