Blaze: Kings of Hell MC by Leah Wilde Page A

his eyes, but he didn’t struggle against his restraints. I figured he’d come to terms with his punishment at that point.
     
    “You know you’re in trouble for not talking, right?” I asked him, leaning across the table again. “Well, for not saying anything important, anyway. It seems you’ve been doing quite enough talking , running your mouth to Dr. Danvers and making her suspicious of what we’re doing here.”
     
    Dimitri stared at me while I spoke, narrowing his eyes in anger.
     
    “Do you really think he can’t understand English?” Juarez asked. “He looks like he’s listening to you right now.” He cracked his knuckles, a violent sound in itself.
     
    “Nah, man, he’s like a dog, sitting there listening to the tone of Gage’s words and trying to figure out what’s coming next,” Chase answered for me. “But little does he know it doesn’t matter what Gage says to him right now. What he needs to worry about is what we tell him as soon as we’re in here alone with him.”
     
    Chase was right. I stood back upright. “Well, Dimitri, I’m going to let these nice men talk to you now.” I gave him a dry, humorless smile, and I could see his face sinking as the realization set in that he was about to get his ass beat down by the two large men who’d roughed him up a little bit when they took him down the first time.
     
    “Just make sure he can still talk when you’re done,” I told my guys before turning to leave.
     
    Behind me, I heard Chase tell the Russian, “Dimitri, man, I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt you far worse than it will ever hurt me.”
     
    Then I heard the first fist make contact with some part of Dimitri’s body, and the bear grunted against the pain. I wondered if the realization had occurred to him yet that he would become their punching bag before their session was over. I closed the door and headed upstairs to meet Julia.
     
    She was waiting for me in tight jeans and a loose black tank top at one of the tables near the bar in the clubhouse section of HQ. She had her hair up in a ponytail instead of in a bun. Her legs were crossed, and she leaned forward just enough to give me a look down her top, showing off a little of her cleavage, reminding me of how delicious she looked naked. She looked like she fit in perfectly with the people around her, the ink-covered bikers and their slutty old ladies.
     
    While ink was preferred, her bare, virgin skin looked so smooth and innocent. It just made her that much sexier to see the contrast between the inked old ladies and Julia’s pure, untouched skin. I wanted to run my hands all over her smooth skin, to see the ink on my hands cross over her bare, unmarked flesh.
     
    We had the windows open to let in some of the cool morning air while a few of the guys lounged around by the TV or near the bar with their old ladies or the girls they’d picked up the night before. Ricky, our resident bartender, had prepared breakfast for the MC—omelets filled with ham, cheese, onions, peppers, and mushrooms, with bacon and toast on the side. Julia was finishing hers and drinking coffee when I came up.
     
    “How’s he doing?” she asked when I sat down, knowing that I’d been downstairs talking to Dimitri. “You think he’s ready to talk?”
     
    “How should I know?” I asked, laughing. “Remember, we don’t really understand each other or see eye to eye.”
     
    “I’m sure having him tied to a chair in a room with a single light and no windows really helps in that department,” she poked at me.
     
    I groaned. “Let’s not get into that again.”
     
    Ricky appeared with a cup of coffee and an omelet while Julia explained her position again. I nodded my thanks, letting her talk.
     
    “I still maintain it might be easier for me to get through to him if he feels safe with me. You know, right now, he’s still tied to that chair in that room whenever I go down to talk to him. He doesn’t even get a break when we