“Who are you? Where am I?" I ask frantically. My mouth dry from breathing and screaming, my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
“You're right where you need to be," she tells me with a tight-lipped smile. She doesn't make eye contact as she grabs something off a metal tray in the corner, her back facing me. I try and lift my head to see what she's doing but I'm restrained and can't lift far off the bed.
“Can you call my dad, he's the president of the Shadow Keepers MC. He will get me out of …" I look around. “Whatever this is."
She turns, a needle in her hand. Her gray eyes and pale skin making her look ghostly.
“Aw yes, the old biker routine." Her cold blue eyes find mine and a chill strikes me right in the chest.
“Wh-what?" I look at her confused.
“Harley, there is no club and t
