My Sugar Biker Daddies

Chapter Three

Chapter 3: The Morning After

Elsie’s POV

I did not sleep. I lay under the heavy blankets with my eyes wide open, staring into the pitch-black darkness of the small bedroom. Every single muscle in my body was tight and sore from pure terror. The night felt like it would never end. The clock on the small nightstand ticked slowly, marking every painful minute that passed.

Every tiny sound from the other side of the heavy wooden door made me flinch. I heard the deep, low rumble of their voices. I heard the heavy, slow thud of their boots moving across the floorboards. At one point in the middle of the night, I heard the sharp clink of glass bottles hitting each other. My heart would jump into my throat every single time the floor creaked. I kept waiting for the door to fly open. I kept waiting for one of those three large men to walk in and take away the tiny bit of safety I had left.

I spent those long hours staring at the window. The moonlight cut through the glass, showing the thick, ugly iron bars that were welded deep into the wall. They were thick and cold. I stared at them, trying to find a weak spot. I thought about my car, still sitting out in the middle of the empty desert. I thought about my family, who probably wondered where I was. I felt a deep, heavy sadness in my chest, but I forced it down. I could not cry. Crying made me weak, and I needed to be strong. I had to be patient. I had to be smart. I would watch them, learn their habits, and find a way out. I would not let these monsters break my spirit.

When the pale morning light finally started to peek through the curtains, the dark room turned a dull gray. The house grew noisy. I heard the heavy main door of the suite open and close with a loud thud. More heavy boots moved around the living room. Then, a new smell began to drift under my bedroom door. It was the smell of frying bacon and hot, strong coffee. Under normal conditions, the smell would have made me happy. But here, in this beautiful prison, it just made my stomach twist with anxiety.

Suddenly, a loud, heavy knock pounded against my door. The sound was so sudden and violent that I jumped out of bed, my heart hammering wildly.

“Breakfast, Elsie,” Dean’s deep, rough voice called out from the other side of the wood. It was a voice that did not accept the word no. “Come out. Now.”

I did not want to obey him. Every part of me wanted to stay hidden under the blankets and ignore his loud command. But my stomach was completely empty, and it was starting to hurt from hunger. I knew I needed to keep my strength up if I wanted to run away later. If I became weak from starving myself, I would never be able to escape them. I took a deep breath, smoothed down the giant, oversized black t-shirt that smelled like their territory, and slowly turned the door handle.

I stepped into the main living area, feeling small and exposed.

All three brothers were already there, waiting. In the bright daylight, they looked even larger and more terrifying than they did the night before. They completely filled the space.

Dean stood over the small stove, using a spatula to flip eggs in a hot pan. Without his heavy leather riding vest, I could see the massive muscles in his shoulders and arms. He was covered in dark ink, and he looked completely in control of everything around him. Collin sat at the dark wooden table. He had a white mug of coffee in his hand, and his eyes were glued to a phone screen, his face twisted into a harsh frown. Jeremy was leaning his back against the wall near the exit, his arms crossed over his chest. The moment I walked out, his eyes locked onto me, and that same mean, mocking smirk appeared on his lips.

“Sit,” Collin ordered. He did not even lift his head to look at me when he spoke. His voice was cold, flat, and hard.

I did not want to sit near them, so I walked slowly to the very far end of the long table, keeping as much distance between us as possible. I pulled out the heavy wooden chair and sat down on the very edge, ready to run if any of them moved too fast.

Jeremy let out a low chuckle and walked over from the wall. He picked up a large, heavy plate from the counter and set it down roughly right in front of me. The plate was piled high with yellow eggs, thick bacon, toasted bread, and fresh fruit. It looked like a meal from a nice restaurant, but looking at it made me feel sick.

“I am not hungry,” I lied, pushing the plate a few inches away from my body.

Dean turned around from the stove, wiping his large, grease-stained hands on a white towel. He walked over to the table, his giant shadow falling completely over me. “Eat,” he said, his voice low and threatening. “You will eat what we give you, Elsie. You need your strength. We do not like weak things in this house.”

I felt a flash of hot anger burn in my throat. I picked up the heavy metal fork with a shaking hand, but I did not put any food in my mouth. I just pushed the eggs around the plate, cutting them into tiny pieces. The silence in the room became heavy and suffocating. Nobody spoke, but I could feel their eyes watching my every move.

Jeremy finally broke the silence, his voice light but sharp as a knife. “You look terrible, little photographer. Deep black circles under your eyes. Did you not sleep well in your brand-new home?”

I snapped my head up and glared at him with all the hatred I had inside me. “This is not my home. This is a prison, and you are all monsters.”

Collin set his coffee mug down on the table with a loud clatter. His intense dark eyes locked onto mine, freezing me in place. “It is your home now, girl. The sooner you get that through your thick head, the easier your life will be. Stop fighting us. You cannot win.”

I pushed the plate of food away completely, the fork clattering against the ceramic. “You dragged me here by force! You put a blindfold on my face! You locked me in a room! You cannot expect me to just sit here, smile, and thank you for ruining my life!”

Before I could say another word, Dean moved. He walked around the table and stood directly behind my chair. He bent down slightly, and I could feel the heat radiating from his massive body. He placed one large, heavy hand on the high back of my chair, trapping me between his arms.

“Listen to me carefully,” Dean muttered, his voice vibrating right next to my ear. “We saved your life last night. If that rival motorcycle club had found you out in the dirt with that camera, you would be dead right now. They would have buried you in the sand where nobody would ever find you. You are breathing right now because we chose to keep you alive. Remember that.”

I forced myself to turn my head and look up into his cold, unreadable face. “If you really want to save me, then let me go. I will take my car and drive away. I will leave the state. I will change my name. You will never hear from me or see me ever again. Just let me have my life back.”

Jeremy laughed out loud, a mean, sharp sound that echoed off the walls. “That is a very cute story, sugar. But the answer is no. You stay right here where we can keep our eyes on you. You belong to us now.”

The long morning dragged on like a nightmare. They did not let me leave the suite for even a single second. The main door remained locked from the outside.

Later in the morning, Dean walked into my room and dropped a heavy black box onto my bed. I opened it and gasped. Inside was a brand-new camera. It was a very expensive model, much nicer and more powerful than the old one they had taken from me.

“You like taking pictures,” Dean said from the doorway, his arms crossed. “You can use that. But you only take pictures inside these walls. If I catch you trying to point that lens out the window, I will smash it into pieces.”

Collin brought me a stack of heavy books and a sleek silver laptop. When I opened the screen, I realized there was no internet connection. I could not send an email, I could not log into social media, and I could not call for help. It was just a useless piece of metal meant to keep me quiet.

Meanwhile, Jeremy spent the entire afternoon torturing me with his words. He kept walking past my room, leaning against the doorframe, and using stupid, toxic nicknames.

“What are you reading, little ?” he would ask with a wicked smile. “Are you planning your big escape? You look so pretty when you are angry, sugar.”

Every single word that came out of his mouth made me feel dirtier and angrier.

By the time the afternoon sun began to slide down the sky, the tension in the suite was so thick it was hard to breathe. I hated every single thing about my situation. I hated the way they constantly watched me, like three hungry wolves guarding a sheep. I hated how big, strong, and powerful they were, making me feel completely helpless.

But as the hours ticked by, a horrible, sickening realization crept into my mind. I looked across the room at them. I noticed the way Dean’s huge muscles flexed when he crossed his arms. I noticed the deep, quiet intensity in Collin’s dark eyes that made my skin tingle. I noticed the dangerous, wicked charm in the way Jeremy smiled. They were bad men—cruel, toxic, and controlling—but they were also incredibly handsome.

A tiny, confusing flutter started deep inside my chest again. I hated myself for it. I felt disgusted by my own body's reaction to them.

I closed my eyes tight and pushed those weak, dangerous thoughts far away. I shook my head to clear the fog. They were my enemies. They were my captors. They had stolen my freedom and locked me in a cage. I could not forget the crime I saw in the desert. I could not forget who they really were.

I sat alone in my dark bedroom, staring at the brand-new camera on the bed. I did not touch it. I turned my eyes back to the window bars. I was going to find a way out of this compound. I was going to escape these three brothers, no matter what it took.