Chapter 87 87
DAISY POV
I woke up alone.
I rolled a little to the side, reaching out with one hand, but the space next to me was empty. Diesel was away, but the sheets still carried his smell — tobacco, leather, and that dark edge that made my stomach tighten.
Oh myyyy…
I yawned, stretching slowly, and inhaled that scent again. It filled my lungs and sent warmth spreading through my body.
Before the soreness hit me.
A dull, sweet ache between my thighs. My nipples felt instantly sensitive against the fabric of his shirt. My lips were still a little swollen. Even my tongue felt tired. The bandages on my feet pulled when I moved and that reminded me how crazy I ignored the painful pain coming from this leg and begged Diesel to…
Just remembering the Daisy of yesterday makes me bury my face in the pillow. Not like I’m regretting or ashamed. I think normally I should be like “I’m just a damn innocent virgin,” but I’m not. And deep down, the more I felt the sore places on my body, the less regret I felt.
I wanted more. I felt starving.
I sat up slowly and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. That was when I noticed it — a tray beside me on the nightstand.
Breakfast.
A transparent cover with two thick sandwiches, fruit, a bottle of water, a mug of something hot, and two pills beside it. Next to the tray was a small folded note.
I smiled before I could stop myself. Not just a smile — I felt overwhelmed and my eyes blurred with tears just looking at this. I have never experienced this kind of treatment. If I had any, I only daydreamed about it from movies or novels. With the tears blurring my vision, I picked up the note and opened it.
The handwriting was bold and sharp.
GOOD MORNING.
HOPE YOU DIDN’T WAKE UP REGRETTING LAST NIGHT. IF YOU DID… IT’S A WASTE. I WARNED YOU THERE WAS NO GOING BACK.
I smiled, like I wished he knew I also thought I should wake up with regret but it was the other way around. I read further…
DON’T TOUCH YOURSELF AGAIN. THAT’S MINE NOW.
BAG ON THE CHAIR. CLOTHES. PHONE. KEEP THE PHONE ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. THAT’S AN ORDER.
NOT SURE I’M GOOD AT PICKING DRESSES.
— D
My body woke up instantly. Heat rushed between my legs. The words were short, dark, and possessive. They sounded exactly like him. The warning about touching myself sent a shiver down my spine and I found myself pressing my thighs together without thinking.
I put the note down and looked at the food. There were two painkillers and what looked like an immune booster pill right beside the plate. He had thought of everything.
My stomach growled loudly.
I ate first — one sandwich quickly, then some fruit. The hot drink tasted like tea with honey. It warmed me from the inside. When I finished, I stood up and headed to the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror.
My hair was messy, my cheeks still flushed, my lips a little swollen. I looked like a girl who had been thoroughly touched for the first time. My body kept acting so hungry, so needy. It scared me a little. What if I was just being used? What if all this heat was…
“Who cares,” I shut the thought down and looked back at the mirror while I felt my body awaken again.
I almost slid my hand between my legs again, remembering how good it felt last night.
But then I remembered the note.
Don’t touch yourself again. That’s mine now.
I pulled my hand back like I had been burned.
No. Not without him.
I took a quick shower, letting the hot water ease some of the soreness. When I stepped out, I dried myself and went to the bag on the chair. Inside were simple but decent clothes — soft black leggings, a loose gray sweater, and a pair of comfortable shoes that actually fit.
I put them on. The sweater was oversized but cute. When I looked in the mirror again, I actually looked… normal. Pretty, even.
There was also a small box of mini makeup — lip balm, mascara, and a tiny blush. I put on a little, just enough to feel put together.
My stomach growled again, but I was already full.
I picked up the phone he left. It was new, simple, and already charged. The note said to keep it on me at all times. That was clearly an order.
I slipped it into the sweater pocket and stepped out of the room.
The hallway was quiet, but the moment I reached the landing overlooking the main floor, I felt eyes on me.
A few brothers glanced up as I passed. Their stares weren’t curious anymore. I knew it was because of the bounty. $500,000. Dead or alive.
My heart beat faster. I was scared, but I forced myself to keep my head up and walk like I belonged here. I wasn’t going to shrink anymore.
I made it halfway down the stairs when a man suddenly stepped in front of me.
He was tall, heavily tattooed, wearing a cut that didn’t look like Storm Vipers. His eyes moved over me slowly, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Well, well,” he said, voice low. “You must be the half-million dollar prize.”
I froze.
He took one step closer.
The man had a dark smirk on his face, one gold tooth flashing under the dim light. A nose ring glinted as he tilted his head, looking me up and down like I was already money in his pocket.
I took a step back, heart slamming against my ribs.
I looked around quickly. The hallway was empty. No one was nearby. At first I thought no way — someone wouldn’t dare do anything to me inside the clubhouse itself. This was Diesel’s territory. I wanted to speak, to tell him to back off, but he cut in first.
“Half a million dollars,” he said, voice low and greedy. “You know what that kind of money can do for a man like me?”
He took another step closer. I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall.
“New bike. Pay off all my debts. Get my mama the treatment she needs for her kidneys. She’s been on dialysis for two years, barely hanging on. With that money I can get her the best doctors, the best hospital, everything. Diesel won’t have to shoulder my mama’s bills anymore. Hell, I could even buy her a little house by the lake so she can finally rest.”
The way he was laying it all out — so casual, like my life was just a shopping list — made my heart race. Fear crawled up my spine. I wanted to push him and run, but my legs felt frozen.
He kept talking, eyes bright with excitement.
“After that, I’ll get some new ink, maybe a couple of girls to keep me company. Life’s been shit for too long.”
He suddenly looked at me sharply.
“Hey, bounty girl, what the fuck should I do? You are my ticket out.”
My heart raced again, also confused on what to say, but I needed to go. From the corner of my eye, I saw someone coming from behind him — a shadow moving fast down the hallway.
But the man didn’t notice.
I opened my mouth to scream, but it didn’t work. He moved fast. His hand clamped over my mouth, hard and rough. Before I could make a sound, he shoved me backward into a dark corner between two walls, pinning me there with his body.
His breath was hot against my ear.
“Shhh…”
My eyes widened in panic. I tried to struggle, but his weight kept me trapped.
He pressed harder against me, gold tooth flashing again as he smirked.
“Shhh.”