TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(127)

I didn’t have any tattoos. I didn’t dye my hair black or red so it would look right with me on the back of a motorcycle. I didn’t wear leather, and other than a few tank tops and evening dresses, I didn’t have a lot of black in my wardrobe. Most of my clothes were picked out with my job in mind, which also didn’t require a whole lot of makeup either. I didn’t have to pretty myself up for work, so long as I just kept it professional.



Dimitri shook his head. “Don’t sweat it,” he said. “You’ll be out of the picture soon enough.”



“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him. He seemed to know a lot about Gage’s love life. I wondered just how much history these two actually had.



“Just that you don’t mean anything to him. I’ve seen it, Dr. Danvers. He’s just using sex to make you work for him. That’s all. He’s going to get what he wants out of you and toss you aside when he’s done,” he said nonchalantly.



“I think we need to talk more about what you told me earlier,” I urged him. “I need to know more about Ivan’s big drug deal.”



Dimitri leaned forward as far as he could with the ropes tied around his chest. “Listen to me very carefully, Dr. Danvers,” he said, dropping the taunting tone from his voice. “You need to leave. You need to get away from Gage Noll. As far away as you can,” he warned in a serious tone.



“You’ve tried to convince me to help you escape before,” I replied. “How is this any different?” I sat back and crossed my arms, wondering how he would respond to me.



“If you are letting him pull you in that close, your life could be in danger.”



He didn’t have his normal, confrontational look in his eyes. His voice didn’t have its usual defiant tone. Still, I felt like anything he said could just be a ploy to get me out of the way.



I laughed, trying to sound dismissive. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say, Dimitri? You know that if you get me out of the way, no one else will try to actually make you talk. And furthermore, they’ll just beat the shit out of you instead of trying to listen. I’m your only chance out of here as far as I see it.” It was my turn to use some leverage.



“Your life may depend on listening to me,” he said plainly.



I conceded, rolling my eyes. “Fine, Dimitri. Please enlighten me. How does my life depend on listening to you?” I finally asked him.



“First, tell me, can you imagine Gage with an actual girlfriend?” he asked.



I tried to imagine it, and I was sure there had to have been someone at one point in his life who’d managed to get inside, past the walls he put up around himself.



Dimitri laughed. “I can see you struggling to conjure up the image of Gage with a girlfriend, a permanent girl by his side.”



I permitted myself to laugh with him. “Yeah, he’s not exactly the boyfriend type, you know?”



“Oh, I know. But let me assure you, it happened. He had a girlfriend a while back. I’ve only seen him with one, though. All the other girls just came and went, but it was pretty obvious this one girl was it.”



“Why are you telling me this, Dimitri?” I was beginning to feel like he was just pulling my leg.



“You need to know what happened to her.”



My heart sank. This wasn’t fun anymore. I wanted to get up and leave, but I was glued to my seat. I was in too deep, in too many ways, to just get up and walk out at this point. “What happened?” I asked cautiously, knowing that I didn’t want to hear the answer. Not really. I already knew enough.



“There was a deal. Ivan wasn’t part of it, so I wasn’t there. But there was a deal that went south in a big way, and he ended up putting her in harm’s way so that he could get out. He killed her to save himself and make the whole thing look like an accident.”



I sat and stared at the Russian after he told me the story about Gage’s girlfriend. I was quiet, stunned, floored by what he’d just told me.



“Your boyfriend up there, the one giving you the best sex you’ve ever had? He’s a killer, Dr. Danvers. He is a murderer, and he’s only keeping you around so that when shit goes south for him again, he has another human shield to hide behind,” Dimitri insisted.



“No.” I shook my head, unable to believe what he was telling me. Unwilling to believe it. “No, you’re wrong,” I told him. I stood up, pushing my chair back behind me, and I pointed my finger at him. “I’m going to prove you wrong.”