The Outlaw's Obsession(17)

He pushed the office door open and gestured for her to enter. She moved past him, and the sweet scent of her filled his nose in a concentrated whiff. He couldn’t stop the growl that left him, and she tensed instantly from the sound. But he placed a hand on her lower back, nearly growled again at the feel of his hand on her body, and forced himself to gently push her forward. What in the fuck was his problem? Or better yet, why was his bear acting like some kind of territorial motherfucker? He stepped in behind her, turned on the light, and shut the door. There were several boxes lined up against one side of the room, a scarred and dented metal desk across from that with some older manila envelopes on it, and a ratty brown tweed couch on the other side of the room.

“Go ahead and have a seat.” He pointed to the couch, and when she was seated he grabbed one of the folding chairs leaning against the wall and sat in front of her. For a second neither said anything, but he could feel her nervousness as if it was his own. He also saw the fact she noticed his erection, and knew some of how she felt was because she probably thought he was just as fucked up as Trick had been and would attack her any second. Jagger could be a bastard, had done some pretty awful things in his life, but taking females against their will was not something he had ever done, nor would he ever do.

“Why did you bring me back here? Wherever here is?” She licked her lips, but Jagger forced himself not to watch the act.

He leaned back in the chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and spread his legs slightly so he was in a more comfortable position.

She looked down at his cut, and he saw her scanning his patches.

“It would have been pretty fucking shitty to leave you there and die when it was clear you were trying to escape.” He lifted an eyebrow at her. “You were trying to leave, right?”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“So, why don’t you tell me what the hell is going on, and then we can figure out what the next step is.” The sound of her heart beating faster filled his ears. “Listen.” He sighed and leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs. “No one will hurt you, okay?” He scented that she didn’t trust him, but that was expected and smart of her. She didn’t know shit about him, and if he had assumed right the life with Trick had been pretty damn bad. “What did that fucker do to you to make you so scared?”

She averted his eyes to her lap and didn’t speak for several seconds, but Jagger gave her that time. He could see on her face that she was getting her thoughts in order.

“How about we start with names?”

She lifted her head and nodded.

“My name is Tallin Landon, but everyone calls me Jagger.”

“I’m Sonya White.”

“Okay, good. This is a start.” At least they were getting somewhere. “How old are you, Sonya?”

“Twenty-two.”

Shit, she was young.

“You’re the president of this MC?” She tilted her head to his cut, as if pointing out his President patch.

“Yeah.”

“Were you guys enemies? I mean your club and Trick’s?”

“Everyone was Trick’s enemy.”

She nodded, looked down at her lap, and then ran her tongue along her bottom lip. She shrugged. “I saw you guys talking, and then everything went south.”

He smirked, but it wasn’t because anything was humorous. He wasn’t about to get into club business and the history he had with Trick, but looking at her, Jagger could tell that she wasn’t a stranger to the insanity that came with the Wolverine MC President.

“I guess I’ll start from the beginning and give you the condensed version.” She looked up again at him. He really wished she would relax, but he reminded himself that she didn’t know him, or what her fate was. “Trick wanted my father’s land, but my dad didn’t want to give it up. It had been in his family for generations. But Trick wouldn’t take no for an answer. Long story short when I was fifteen he killed both of my parents, and took me.”

Fuck, she had been a captive of Trick’s since she was fifteen?

“Jesus Christ.”

She averted her eyes and nodded her head. “He didn’t start touching me until after I was eighteen. I guess I have that to be thankful for.”

Jagger didn’t say anything, because shit, he honestly didn’t know what to say. What he did know was that he was pissed, and growing even more enraged at the thought of Trick, or any male for that matter, putting their hands on this female. He didn’t know what it was about her that caused this reaction inside of him, but he didn’t care. It was what it was, and this need to protect her was intensified at the knowledge that she had been taken from her home as a child and then used by one sick motherfucker. She continued talking about the way Trick treated her like a damn a piece of property. The more he listened, the harder it became for him to keep his bear in check. With each word that came out of her mouth, his blood boiled harder, and his need to shift, or at least go out and destroy something, became unbearable. It was like a valve had been opened with her, and the words were just flowing out on their own. Clearly she had never spoken to anyone about the trauma she had endured.