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Adriana

Trevor had been right – the full-sized guest
bed wasn’t the most comfortable. In fact, it was as hard as a rock. I was so
exhausted, that it didn’t matter, however. I fell asleep within two minutes of
hitting the pillow.

When Trevor woke me, a few hours later, my back
was stiff and I had a horrible headache.

“You okay?” he asked, staring down at me,
holding a cup of coffee. He was dressed in pale blue jeans, a white T-shirt,
and his leather cut. His blond hair was down and slightly damp.

I sat up and winced. “Headache.”

“I’ve got something for that. Hold on,” he
said, disappearing out of the room.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and
sat there, listening to him rummage around in the bathroom. He returned with
two pills and a bottle of water.

“Advil.”

I took them from him. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Are you hungry?”

“Very,” I replied, feeling my stomach growl at
the mention of it.

“Good, because I’m making us breakfast.”

I smiled. “That sounds great. Thank you.”

He nodded toward the dark oak dresser, where I
noticed that my clothes were sitting. “Your clothes are clean. Get dressed and
I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“Okay,” I said, opening up the bottle of water.
I shoved the pills into my mouth and washed them down.

He started walking out of the room and then
turned back.

“What?” I asked, wondering why he was staring
at me with such a funny smile.

“I was just thinking, I’ve had a lot of women
stay overnight, in this place, and I’ve never seen anyone look so good in the
morning. Without makeup.”

“Right,” I said, resisting the urge to look at
myself in the dresser mirror.

“No, I’m serious. You obviously have great
genes. Your mother must be a gorgeous woman,” he said, before leaving the room.

Thinking about her, I quickly stood up. “Crap,
where’s my phone?” I called. 

“Your purse is in the kitchen,” he hollered
back.

I closed the door, changed my clothes, and then
glanced in the mirror. “He must be either blind or looking to get laid,” I
mumbled, staring at my reflection. My hair was a mess, from drying overnight on
the pillow, and there was still some mascara blotches under my lashes. Sighing,
I ran my fingers through my hair, and then licked my finger, to wipe off the
black crud. When I cleaned what I could, I walked into the kitchen, where the
smell of bacon made me groan in pleasure.

“It smells wonderful in here.”

“Thanks.”

“A man who can cook,” I said, watching him flip
the eggs. “Nice.”

“I can hold my own.  Hope you like your eggs
over-easy, ‘cause that’s how I made them.”

“That’s how I like them,” I said, sitting down
at the table.

“You want some coffee?”

“No thanks. I’m not much of a coffee drinker,”
I answered and then held up the bottle of water. “I’ll just drink the rest of this.”

He grabbed two plates and set them on the
counter. “I’ve got orange juice.”

“The water is fine.”

He glanced over his shoulder at me. “You like
orange juice?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re drinking it,” he said, filling the
plates with food. “After last night, the vitamin ‘C’ will be good for you.”

“Uh, okay.”

He brought the plates over and set one in front
of me.

“Wow, this is a lot of food,” I said, staring
down at my plate. There were two eggs, a pile of hash browns, along with two
pieces of toast and four strips of bacon. “I normally have yogurt or a muffin
for breakfast.”

“Explains why you’re so skinny.”

“I’m healthy, though.”

He opened the refrigerator and took out a
carton of orange juice. “I’m not saying that you’re not. Just mentioning that
you’re skinny.”

It was weird. I wondered if he thought I was
too skinny. “Okay.”

Grinning, he poured some of the orange juice
into a glass and then set it down next to my plate.

“Why do you keep grinning?” I asked.

“Why are you so insecure?” 

“I’m not insecure,” I said, defensively.

His grin widened.

“What is so damn funny?” I asked again, seeing
the amusement in his eyes. “I just… I just don’t get it.”

He sat across from me. “Nothing, really. I just
like fucking with you.”

“I can tell.”

Our eyes met.

“You can tell what?”

“That you like fucking with me,” I said.

He got a wicked look in his eyes and I thought
he was going to come back with something crude, but then his face grew serious.
Clearing his throat, he grabbed the bottle of ketchup and began pouring some of
it on his hash browns. “You do realize what happened last night, don’t you?”

“I think so.”

“Tell me.”

I sighed. I’d thought it about it before
drifting off to sleep. Nothing else made any sense other than Jason, or one of
his friends, must have slipped something into my drink. Some kind of drug. I
just didn’t know if I could prove it. “I think that maybe someone drugged me.”

“That guy, Jason?”

“I’m not totally sure. I think it was him, but
it could have been one of his friends. They bought us shots and drinks. I don’t
know, maybe I’m being silly. Maybe it was something else. Food poisoning. A
touch of the flu. I don’t know.”

 “How much did you drink?

“One shot. A couple sips of a Rum and Coke.”

“That’s it?”

“Jason bought me a soda. I drank that and then
we went out on the dance floor.”

A vein in Trevor’s forehead began to pulsate.
He looked pissed. “He bought you the soda. That’s what I wanted to hear. Do you
know where to find him?”

“Not really. I mean, we both go to the same
college, I.U. but the campus is huge. I’ll probably never see him again.”

“What kind of a car was he driving?”

“I think it was a Camry. Four-door.”

“Color?”

I closed my eyes and thought back. “I think it
was dark blue,” I said, opening them back up.

“What about his friends? Is there anything you
can tell me about them?”

My eyes widened. “Why?”

“He needs to be stopped.”

I sighed. “Yeah. I suppose I should call the
police. Maybe it’s not too late to find out if I really was drugged.”

“You were obviously drugged, probably with GHB.
Anyway, we’re not calling the police,” he said, picking up his fork.

“Why? You just said he needed to be stopped.
God, I wonder how many times he’s done this before?” I said, staring at my
plate of food. It didn’t quite look so appetizing anymore. “GHB, huh? I’ve
heard of that stuff. Just never thought it would happen to me.”

“He’ll be stopped, Kitten. Believe me. But,
we’re not getting the police involved. It would be a waste of time.”

“What exactly are you planning on doing?” I asked,
feeling anxious now. Obviously, Jason was an asshole and should be arrested,
but something told me that Trevor’s plans for him were more sinister. And
violent.

“Nothing that you need to know about,” he said
and then nodded at my food. “Now, eat. You’ve got to be hungry.”

I bit my lower lip. “You’re going to do
something illegal, aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer.  

“Are you planning on hurting him?”

He picked up a piece of toast and dipped it
into his eggs. “First of all, why do you care? And secondly, how many girls do
you think he’s already hurt or will hurt?”

“I don’t know but we need to let the cops take
care of this.”

“There won’t be any evidence that he did
anything. It will be a waste of time.”

“What do you mean? Maybe they can test my blood
for proof that I was drugged.”

“If it’s GHB, the shit dissipates in your blood
pretty quickly, from what I hear.  And even if they do find something, how can
you prove he actually did it? Did you see him put anything into your drink?”

“No.”

“And it was a crowded bar.”

“Yeah.”

“It will be your word against his. No
evidence.”

“He might have some of the drug in his car or
his home. The police can get a search warrant.”

“You really want to waste your time, filling
out a bunch of police reports and waiting for test results, only to find out
later that they don’t have any real evidence to arrest the asshole?”

I let out a ragged breath. “No. I guess not. I
have to work tonight and I’ve got classes on Monday.”

“There you go. Let me handle it.”

“What exactly are you planning on doing?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Trevor?”

He sighed. “We’ll just scare the fuck out of
him. Let him know he can’t get away with that shit.”

I frowned. “That’s really all that you’re going
to do?”

“Yeah. Sure. Why do you care what happens to
that prick, anyway?”

“I just don’t want to see anyone get hurt. “

“Jesus, you really are a bleeding-heart, aren’t
you?”

I pictured Trevor getting arrested and it did
something to me. “I just don’t want to see you get thrown in jail.”

“I won’t.”

“You could.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Why would you even risk it? For me? We barely
know each other.”

He took a moment to answer. “Let’s just say
that I despise assholes who fucking abuse women like that. Whether it’s
drugging them, pushing them around, or whatever the fuck they’re doing.” His
jaw clenched. “I told you how my dad used to beat the fuck out of my mom. Had
to watch that shit happen for years, until I finally had the balls to stand up
to him. It may have not turned out the way I’d imagined it, but it still made
me feel good. Showing my Old Man that I wasn’t going to let him get away with
that shit. Not while I was around.”

“You should be proud of yourself,” I said. “You
were obviously a very brave kid.”

“I was actually scared shitless, at the time. But,
I made a promise to myself that I’d never stand back and watch anyone get
kicked around that didn’t deserve it. Never again. Especially, women.”

“So, if you wanted to make a difference, in
that respect, why didn’t you become a cop, instead of a… gang member?”

His face grew dark. “Because this has been my
life, since Slammer took me in. I’d do anything for anyone of my brothers.
We’re family. They’ve got my back and I’ve got theirs.”

“Yeah, but, if you’re so passionate about
stopping violence again women, becoming a cop-”

“Don’t get me started on cops. Hell, the cops
couldn’t help my mom. Even the times that the neighbors called them and they
took my old man away. He always came back, whether it was the next day or the
next week. Sure, they’d make up and everything would be good for a while. But,
just for a while. Then he’d beat the shit out of her again.”

I didn’t know what to say. Living through that
would have taken away any faith I had, in the legal system, too. Not that it
was directly the cops’ fault. His mom had obviously allowed it to happen, until
she finally took off on her own.

I remained silent and he seemed to relax. “Listen
to me, don’t you go worrying you’re pretty little head about what’s gonna
happen to Jason.  You feel me?”

I nodded. If he wanted to confront Jason, I
wasn’t going to stand in the way. The asshole certainly didn’t deserve any pity
from me. “Sure… I, uh, feel you.”

“Good.” He pointed at my plate with his fork.
“Now, eat your food and if it makes you feel better, forget that we ever had
this conversation.”

“I think I will,” I replied, cutting into my
egg.

Adriana

We didn’t say much more during breakfast. I
could tell he had a lot on his mind and so did I. When we were finished, I
offered to help him with the dishes.

“I’ll do them,” he said and then nodded to my
purse. “You need to call someone? Let them know you’re okay?”

“That’s right. I was going to call my mom,” I
said, grabbing the phone out of my purse. I walked into the living room and
dialed her number. When she didn’t answer, I left her message about staying
overnight at a friend’s, and that I’d see her later. Just as I was hanging up,
Krystal called me.

“What happened last night?” she asked.

I gave her the play-by-play and she gasped.

“Jason told me that you asked him to drive me
home. Did you?”

“You could barely stand and I thought you were
wasted. I mean, yeah, the guy offered to do it and he seemed so nice.”

“Obviously, it was all an act.”

 “I’m so sorry, Adriana. I had no fucking idea
that he’d pull that kind of shit.”

“Yeah, well, I’m still shocked myself.”

She sighed. “Do you even remember leaving the
club?”

“Not really. I can remember him helping me into
the car. Then, I passed out and the next thing I knew, he had his hands all
over me.”

“Oh my God, you must have been scared.”

“I was confused and then pissed off, more than anything.”

“I feel like such an idiot. He almost raped
you,” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let him
drive you home.”

“It’s not your fault. You were pretty tipsy
yourself.”

“Yeah, I was trashed. So was Tiffany. Thank God
she made it home, herself, after dropping me off.”

“What happened with Monica?”

“She went home, right after you did.”

I sighed. “Do you think that Jason’s friends
were involved?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Gary didn’t seem the
type. I mean, he and I talked about his ex-girlfriend and he started crying. I
can’t imagine him pulling something like that. Unless it was all a fucking act.”

“What about Brian?” I asked, lowering my voice.

“It’s hard to say. I’m pretty sure that nobody
put anything into my drink. Or Tiff’s.” She then explained that the four of
them shut down the bar and then went their separate ways.

“Brian even asked me for my phone number,” she
said. “I think he wanted more than that last night, and to be truthful, I
probably would have if Tank wouldn’t have sent me a text.”

“Are you still at Tank’s?”

“No, I’m on my way home. He dropped me off at
my car. Anyway, are you still at Raptor’s?”

“Yes.”

She sucked in her breath. “Did you two fuck?”

“Oh my God, no!” I said a little sharply. Then
I lowered my voice. “It’s not like I was in the mood for anything like that.
Not after what happened.”

“Yeah, I suppose not. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I mean, yeah… he’s definitely
interesting,” I said and then turned around to find him listening behind me. I
quickly turned away. “I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

“Call me before nine. I’m going back out to the
club again tonight. With Tank and Raptor. They want to search for that guy,
Jason.”

I frowned. “That’s another thing. What if I
wasn’t really drugged?”

“You had to have been. Looking back, there’s no
way that you could have been that drunk after one shot and a measly Rum and
Coke. Something was definitely wrong.”

I sighed. “Maybe.”

“No
maybe
. You were slipped something.
Anyway, I gotta go. I just pulled into my driveway. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you.”

We hung up and I turned back to Trevor, who was
staring at me with a stern face.

“What?” I asked.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “You
were
drugged. I don’t know why you’re having a hard time accepting it.”

I let out a ragged sigh. “I know. It’s just so…
surreal, you know? It’s like it happened to someone else.”

“I wish it would have. Tell you one thing, it
definitely happened to the wrong girl,” he said. “Because now, that fucker is
going to pay for what he did.”

It was unsettling to see such determination on
Trevor’s face. Although, we’d just met, the night before, he was acting like Jason
had attacked him personally. Part of me was flattered that he wanted to avenge
me. Another part of me was a little overwhelmed by everything.

“I suppose I should get back home,” I said,
noticing that it was getting close to noon.

“No problem. Let me grab some stuff and we’ll
head out.”

“Okay.”

I used the bathroom, while he got ready, and
then followed him back out to the garage.

“You don’t mind taking the bike, again, do
you?”

“Not at all,” I said. It was a beautiful day.
It had to be almost sixty degrees, and the sun was shining.

“You want my leather coat, again?” he asked,
slipping on his jacket.  

“I’m okay. My sweater is warm,” I answered.
“And you’re blocking most of the wind.”

“True. Feel free to warm your hands on me, if
you get too cold.”

“Okay.”

He looked like he was about to say something
else, but then seemed to change his mind.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, his lip curling up.

I smirked.  “Right. With that look on your
face, I could tell it was something.”

 Something dirty, more than likely.

He put his sunglasses on. “You think you’ve
gotten me all figured out?”

“Hardly.”

“That’s probably good. I have a feeling that if
you did know the real me, you’d run for the hills.”

I smiled. “Maybe. But not before we take
another ride on your motorcycle.”

Chuckling, he got on his Harley and started it.
“Ready?”

I swung my leg over the bike and we took off.