Chapter 128: Chapter 128: The Family?

When Desi opened her eyes the next morning, she was surrounded by heat. She tried to move away from the source of it but she found she couldn’t move. Confused, she looked up and found her hands were zip tied. Looking closer, she could see they were zip tied to the bed frame too. She frowned then turned her head slowly to the source of the heat.

A man was lying beside her and she studied him for a moment. His hair looked dark and curly just a little on the long side. His cheekbones were high. He had a square jaw and a stubble of facial hair. With broad shoulders, his body was solid and well formed. Huge arms with rippling muscles. His waist was tapered and his thighs were huge.

Looking back up at his face, she noted his eyes were a clear blue color. Then she realized the man beside her was awake and she tried to scoot as far away from him as she could get.

Smiling, he gathered her close to him again. “Aww, sweetness, I liked you better up close to me. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself trying to get away from me. I won’t hurt you.”

“Who are you?” she whispered. “And why do you have me tied to your bed?”

He laughed. “I wish I could say it was for some kinky reason, but alas, it isn’t.”

She totally felt confused now and she saw nothing to laugh about. “So, why are you in this bed with me?”

He shrugged his shoulders a little. “You were having nightmares. I simply tried to comfort you.”

“Comfort?" she exclaimed. “By tying me up? That’s probably why I had nightmares in the first place, you jerk.”

He paused then chuckled. “Jerk eh? Well, look who trespasses on private property then calls me names.” He scoffed as he grinned at her. “They call me Click. This is the Brothers at Arms MC.”

“You guys are bikers?” She frowned. “I thought this place belonged to the Raggetti’s?”

Click snorted. “We bought it from Alfredo Raggetti seven years ago but this place is ours,” he corrected her assumption. Then he thought about what she said. “Wait a minute.” He glared at her. “You came here looking for the Raggetti’s?”

Desi growled. “Why I came here is none of your business,” she snapped at him.

“Oh, I disagree, sweetness.” Click sat up and turned his back to her. “You came at the wrong time and now, we can’t let you leave until this is over.”

“You can’t keep me here. I haven’t done anything wrong,” she snapped.

Click shook his head. “Sorry sugar, but you stepped right into the middle of a takedown and it might end up killing you. If Barrett Raggetti has any say in it, he wants to take all of us down.”

Desi frowned. “But why?”

Click turned around and stared at her. “Because he thinks his grandfather left a fucking fortune here for him.”

“What?” She did not understand any of this.

Click nodded at her confused look. “And the only thing that tops that is the fact that his grandfather stole millions from the Family to do it.”

“The Family?” Desi asked as sweat beaded her forehead.

Click shrugged again. “The Family. You know… the mob or whatever you want to call them. Barrett’s grandfather belonged to the mafia once upon a time. He took what he wanted and didn’t even care that he was breaking the rules. He thumbed his nose at the Family and hid his ill-gotten gains here. Then he told Barrett and his boys about it. So far, we’ve recovered millions of dollars and returned it to the mob.”

“And Barrett’s own money? Have you found that yet?” Desi asked.

Click turned to face her. “Barrett has his own money?”

Desi swallowed hard and nodded. “Barrett is a thief, a liar, and a killer. A trifecta of a bastard. And he taught everything he knows to his sons.”

“Yeah, well that’s not news but the rest of what you said might be.” Click scooted off the mattress and came around to her side of the bed. He flicked his knife open and cut the zip tie that held her to the frame. Next, he lifted her to her feet and began dragging her to the door of his room.

Desi fought his hold but Click wouldn’t let her go. “I have to go to the restroom, do you mind?” she growled.

Click turned her around then marched her over. Opening the door in a hurry, he hustled her into the bathroom. He pushed her toward the toilet and turned his back, leaving her to it.

Desi growled and used the facilities, which was difficult with her hands still tied together. But she managed. When she was done, he moved over to the toilet and it was her turn to turn her back while he peed. With disgust, she seethed. “This is fucking ridiculous. I don’t even know you and you are sharing a bathroom with me?”

“Sorry sugar.” He snorted with humor. “But trespassers can’t dictate what happens after they’ve been caught.”

Desi grunted in anger.

With yet another chuckle at her sass, Click opened the door and together they went out into the main room. Stopping at a table, Click said, “Hey Diabolus. You need to go get Zeus.”

Diabolus had been staring at a laptop. He looked up at him and then over at Desi.

His look of surprise at the sight of her made Click want to laugh some more but all he did was smile. “I found her last night, sneaking around the fence.”

“Who the fuck is she?” Diabolus wanted to know.

Click shrugged. “She won’t give me her name.”

Diabolus snarled and stood from the table then he disappeared down the hall.

Moments later, the room began to fill with men in various stages of being dressed.

Desi’s eyes got huge at the growing crowd as she moved closer to Click.

Click just snorted at her movement.

Three of the men came over to where Click stood and glared at him then turned their displeasure to her. They studied her for a moment then one of them asked her, “Who the fuck are you and what did you come here for?” He growled.

Desi shivered, as his voice was loud and menacing. Not to mention the man was towering over her. She glared at him and fought off the fear of his intimidating presence. He might look scary but she wouldn’t answer his questions. One thing her grandfather always told her was to stand her ground and never cower. If you did that, you were done.

Next, an older man entered the room and her gaze swung over to him. Dressed sharply in an expensive suit he had eyes like an eagle and a bearing that was almost regal.

Her eyes widened when she realized who or what he was and her palms got sweaty. So much for standing your ground. Desi knew this man and if he looked at her closer, he would know her too. She ducked behind Click.