My Sugar Biker Daddies

Chapter Two

Chapter 2: The First Night

Elsie’s POV

The silence in the room felt heavy and dangerous. I stayed frozen on the edge of the large leather couch, my chest rising and falling with fast, shallow breaths. The three brothers stood around me like walls. They moved through the space with a scary amount of comfort, looking at me less like a person and more like a piece of property they had just stolen.

Jeremy broke the silence first. He pushed himself away from the heavy entrance door and walked toward a small kitchen area in the corner of the suite. He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, walked over, and tossed it carelessly into my lap. It hit my hands hard.

“Drink,” Jeremy ordered, his voice dripping with a cruel, mocking amusement. The dangerous smirk on his lips made my skin crawl. “You look like you are about to pass out, little photographer. We can’t have you dying before we figure out what to do with you.”

I looked down at the bottle, my hands shaking so violently that I could barely hold it. My throat felt as dry as the desert sand, but the thought of taking anything from them made me sick to my stomach. “Please,” I whispered, tears burning the back of my eyes. “Just let me go home. I won't say a word to anyone. I swear.”

Collin let out a cold, sharp laugh from across the room. He sat down in a heavy armchair, his dark eyes boring into me with total disgust. “Shut up with the crying, Elsie. You think we are stupid? You saw what happened out there. You have a video that could ruin this entire club. You aren't going anywhere, so stop begging. It’s pathetic.”

A wave of pure terror washed over me, but right beneath it, a sharp spark of hatred flared. They weren't protecting me. They were keeping me prisoner.

Dean stepped forward, his massive forty-one-year-old frame blocking out the warm light of the room. He looked down at me with cold, uncaring authority. He didn't look angry; he looked like a judge delivering a life sentence. “Let’s get one thing straight,” Dean said, his voice low and threatening. “You don't have rights here. You don't have a voice. Your old life is gone. You belong to this compound now, and you belong to us.”

He pointed toward a door at the far end of the room. “That is your bedroom. Go inside. There are clean clothes in the closet. Wash the dirt off your face and stay out of our sight for the night.”

I stood up quickly, my legs feeling like jelly. I didn't want to look at them for another second.

“And Elsie?” Jeremy called out, his voice sharp and toxic as I walked away. “Don’t get any bright ideas about trying to open that bedroom window. The bars are solid iron, and if we hear so much as a scratch on the glass, you’ll find out just how mean we can really be.”

I rushed into the separate bedroom and slammed the heavy wooden door shut. I immediately looked for a lock, but of course, there wasn't one. The door could be pushed open from the outside at any moment. I was completely trapped.

I walked into the small connected bathroom and turned on the tap, splashing freezing water over my face to stop myself from sobbing. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My face was pale, my eyes wide with a deep, paralyzing fear. They thought they could break me. They thought I would just sit here and accept being their prisoner.

I looked at the clothes in the closet—a giant gray sweatshirt and pants with their club's ugly logo printed across the chest. Pulling them on felt like putting on a uniform for a prison camp. The fabric smelled heavily of cedar and their expensive, smoky cologne, making me feel suffocated.

I climbed into the small bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin, staring wildly at the dark ceiling. Outside the door, I could hear the muffled, rough voices of the brothers laughing and talking, completely unbothered by the fact that they had ruined my life.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but it wasn't the confusing flutter from before. It was the adrenaline of a trapped animal. They thought they had won. They thought the bars on the window and the locked main door would keep me here forever.

But as I lay there in the dark, shivering with fear, I made a promise to myself. I was going to watch them. I was going to find their weaknesses, learn their schedules, and wait for the perfect moment. I was going to run away, and no matter what those three monsters threatened to do to me, I was going to make it out of this nightmare alive.