Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Lottie

The leather collar around my throat was itchy but it was the chain that was attached to it that was the real problem. Its thick links were heavy and they weighed my head down, and put weight on the collar that tightened around my throat.

I fidgeted and shifted my weight to lean my head back against the metal grate of what could only be described as a medium sized dog crate and closed my eyes for a second.

Not for long though. I couldn’t allow myself to fall asleep even if my body and mind were beyond exhausted. To relax now would mean missing something and I didn’t want to miss an opportunity of escape of it came.

“Just be patient.” I whispered to myself.

“I’ve always thought it was adorable that yoh talk to yourself Charlotte.”

“Wesley.” It took everything I had to lift my head to stare at my old boss because the chain suddenly felt like it weighed a ton.

Literally.

Wesley looked just the same. Pale coloured slacks, pristinely pressed shirt. His wide friendly smile on his handsome face. There wasn’t a hair out of pince a his head.

He didn’t look like someone who had shot a man in the back, set fire to a home and kidnapped a woman.

Nervously I fingered the dog collar around my throat. “Take this off.” I said firmly.

He just stared at me.

“I mean if Wesley. Take this off.” With difficulty I forced my voice into a tone that was less combative. “Take this off, please. It’s the top and w if I can’t breath.” I met his eyes. “You want me to breathe don’t you?”

Slowly, like he wasn’t really understanding me, he cocked his head to the side to study me. “It’s not too tight I made sure I would

breathing Charlotte. You’re just trying to get lose.” His eyes narrowed into slits and the op friendly side slipped from his lace top “Manipulating bitch.”

My eyes widened and I snapped my mouth shut so I didn’t argue back with him

“But that’s ok He continued in his normal voice which now was even scaner Bedinging duen be dulokid the

small doggy door open

“Get out

I didn’t move

With a sigh of desperation he fell to his knees and glared at me thigh the hai

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Chapter 67

“Toggl.” reaching inside he grabbed the heavy silver cham and gave it a sharp tug. I choked as the leather wrapped around my throat tightened before my head. Eft vot

Another viscous tug and my body med towards. Falling on my hands and knees ! crawled out of the crate like a dog.

“That’s better. I knew you could be trained with a little patience.”

I tilted my head back to stare up at him. Had he really just said I could be trained? Like a dog.

But of course he had. I had a dog collar around my throat and had been locked up in a dog crate. My former boss one hundred percent thought I was an

animal.

“Get up.”

Using my hands, I pushed myself up to standing with difficulty. My muscles screamed in protest after being locked in a cramped space for so long.

“Good girl.” Wesley stepped forward and caressed my cheek like I was in fact his dog. But the kindness didn’t last long. Gripping my hair, he yanked my

head back.

“You have made such a mess of things Charlotte.” He ground our, pulling me into his body. “You smell of filth.”

“I was locked in a crate for-” frowning, I paused. Truth was I didn’t know how long had passed. “How long have I been here?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Lost in his own thoughts he fingered the hem of my tshirt. “Filth. This needs to be taken off.”

I slapped his hand away. “How long, Wesley?” My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to break through my bones and out into the open. What had happened to Killian? The last I had seen him he had been shot and not moving and then I’d run and Wesley had caught me. Smashing my forehead against the kitchen cabinets until all the fight left me.

The last thing I remembered was him, placing a cloth against the lit stove l’A gone into the kitchen to turn off.

Where was Killian? Had he got out before the house caught fire or had the bullet wound killed him before he could see our childhood dream caten up

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