Chapter 78 78
DAISY POV
I woke up the next day, but I can’t say I had a beautiful night’s rest. The bed was comfy and neat, but my mind was troubled. Something felt wrong after Raven’s attitude yesterday. Even now, the room was feeling more like a cage than a bedroom.
It was already sunset. All I had done was watch the dramas Raven put on the TV for me. I had asked to step out, but she just ignored me. I asked about Diesel since I hadn't seen him all day, and she only pretended not to hear.
She was the only one coming in, always with that nonchalant, squeezed-up face. First, she brought breakfast and took the plate from last night. Then she came back to drop off snacks and more meals.
Am I just being kept here to be fed and locked up?
Now she’s back again. She walked in, tossing another bag onto the bed.
"Raven," I said, looking from her to the bag. "What is this?"
"Clothes," she snapped, not looking at me. "You can't continue putting on his clothes. Change. Now."
She turned toward the door, muttering under her breath. "I don’t know when he became so open to sharing his things. He doesn't even let the brothers touch his seat."
She stopped at the threshold and jerked her chin toward the bag. "Get that on."
“Hey,” I stopped her in her tracks. She turned back to me, her expression hard. “Where is he? Diesel?” I stood up, clutching the hem of the shirt I was wearing. “I haven't seen him since last night. Is he okay?”
I looked at Raven, expecting an answer. She held her gaze on me, her eyes cold.
"You should worry less about him and more about yourself, pipsqueak. He’s out fixing the mess you brought to our gate."
“Mess?” I whispered.
"Is he in danger because of me?"
"I wish I could do something about you," Raven sneered. She pointed at the bag again. "Put those on. And stay right here. If you need anything, ring that."
She pointed to the call bell she had left on the nightstand earlier this morning. Without another word, she turned and left.
I heard the damn slam. I reached into the bag and pulled out the clothes. I stared at them, confused. There were three gowns, but they were oversized, straight, and completely shapeless. They looked like hospital gowns or something a nun would wear.
“Is she kidding me”
I looked at the door Raven just walked through.
“Does she lack fashion sense, or what?” I muttered to myself, looking at the gown again.
“Even my grandma won’t wear this in her days”
I took off Diesel's shirt. Taking it off felt like stripping away a shield…but I have to… I pulled on one of the gowns. It hung off my frame, swallowing any curve I had. I looked in the mirror; I looked like a patient in a ward.
Raven is getting more annoying….
I sat on the edge of the bed as hours passed.The room was silent, but I could hear the faint roar of engines from the courtyard below. Every time a bike cut off, I held my breath, waiting for his heavy boots to hit the stairs. But the minutes kept passing, and the door stayed shut.
It was getting late, and there was no sight of Diesel and this room…actually the room wasn't bad, but I felt like I was rotting. My body was stiff from sitting all day, and the silence was starting to feel like a weight. I glanced at the clock on the wall.
9:30 p.m.
I stood up, my hand hovering over the call bell. I wanted to ring it, to ask Raven for just five minutes of fresh air, but I stopped myself. That red-haired peacock wouldn’t just say no—she’d find a way to make the room even more of a prison.
I headed to the door and turned the handle slowly. It was unlocked. I peered through the gap into the hallway. It was quiet, lit only by a dim bulb. I stepped out, my bare feet silent on the floorboards. I told myself I was just taking a walk down the hallway to stretch my legs. It couldn't hurt.
As I walked, the muffled sounds from downstairs grew louder. Music, the clack of pool balls, and the rough laughter of men. I found myself drawn toward the landing that overlooked the main floor.
I stayed in the shadows, watching from above. It was actually entertaining. Some of the bikers were play-fighting near the bar, shoving each other around while music thundered in the background. For a moment, I forgot I was a prisoner. I actually found myself smiling at the chaos. It felt human.
I leaned forward, trying to get a better view of a card game happening directly below me. I didn't realize how much the hem of this ridiculous hospital gown was trailing behind me.
Suddenly, a heavy boot stepped on the fabric.
I moved to turn, but the gown was pinned. I lost my balance and went down hard. My knees hit the floor with a loud thud. The music seemed to dip at that exact second, making the sound echo.
"Whoa, easy there," a guy said, reaching out. He was tall with tattoos snaking up his neck. He quickly helped me up, his grip firm. "You alright? That was a nasty spill."
I wasn't expecting him to be caring. I blinked at him, my heart racing. "I... I'm fine. Thank you."
For a second, it felt okay. But then I noticed the atmosphere shift. The guy helping me went quiet. I looked around and saw the expressions of the men nearby changing. Some were elbowing each other, nodding in my direction.
I felt a wave of nerves. Every eye in the vicinity was locked on me. What the fuck should I do? Run back? Greet them?
My head was spinning when I noticed the stares weren't just curiosity. A few of them had their phones out. They would look at the screen, then look back at me. One guy passed his phone to the person next to him, whispering.
A sudden shiver ran down my spine. It was the same look Raven had given me. They weren't looking at a girl; they were looking at a lottery ticket.
I stood there, stiff and terrified, until a hand clamped onto my arm with bruising force.
"Follow me, you bitch," a voice hissed.
It was Raven.
She dragged me toward the stairs, her fingers digging into my skin. I stumbled, the long gown tangling in my feet. I almost fell again as she hauled me up the steps.
The moment we reached the upstairs hallway, Raven shoved me away. I went flying, almost hitting my head on the wall. I lost my balance completely and fell to the ground, ending up sitting on the cold floor.
“How dare you step out of the room, you bitch!” she screamed. She stepped into my space, her face contorted with rage. "Do you have any idea what you just did? You just showed every hungry dog in this club exactly where the meat is hidden!"
I looked up at Raven’s face through a blur of hot tears, my chest aching.
“Do you have to be so mean?” I whispered.