The Elite Kings Club

My chest rises and falls, my anger beginning to boil to the surface. I hear a door shut just before we start pulling out of wherever the hell we are.
“Why the fuck is this happening?” I decide to be the first person to break the silence.
“Stop the act, sis.” Nate. And he’s sitting beside me. Whoever pulled me into the car is sitting on the other side.
My head whips to where Nate is. “What fucking act? You’re truly starting to piss me off. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I came here because I thought the rest of you pieces of shit were in trouble! So you mean to tell m—”
“Jesus fuck, someone shut it up.” That came from the voice beside me. Nate chuckles, but I ignore him. My head turns to the other voice. “Oh, I’m sorry. I truly am. I’m so fucking sorry for actually leaving my warm bed and coming to make sure the rest of you are fucking safe and to bail you out of whatever the fuck you were all doing!”
“Nate, man, is your old lady serious about her dad? ‘Cause I feel sorry for you.” That came from someone opposite me.
I flip whoever that was the bird, not knowing whether they can see me or not.
“Sis, play nice. You do as you’re told, and this will end fine.”
“Yeah, except for the fact I don’t think she’s very good at doing what she’s fucking told.” That was the voice beside me again. Deep, domineering, and—
“Well, fuck!” Nate gripes beside me. “Tell me what the fuck to do ‘cause I got nothing! She is a girl!”
“Are you sure?” a voice opposite me asks. “I mean, she’s into guns, and has a smart fucking mouth on her. Maybe she’s not. Maybe I should check?”
“Fuck off, Hunter.” That was Nate.
I turn rigid. “No one will be checking anything.”
Nate shuffles beside me. “I’m going to ask you something, sis. Answer me truthfully, because where we’re taking you, you won’t make it out alive if you can’t be honest.”
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, mimicking his tone. “And who the fuck is that?” I bite out.
“Here we go,” the other voice beside me mutters.
“I’m sorry, would you like to wear the fucking blindfold?” I ask him, annoyed.
“I volunteer!” another voice says.
“Shut the fuck up, Cash!” Nate’s hackles rise again.
“Cash?” I scoff.
“You too!” Nate yells toward me. “Shut up.”
“Can someone please remove this blindfold?”
“I like it on you,” that same voice murmurs across from me.
Nate growls. “Back to my question!” he yells, though I get the feeling he’s not yelling at me this time. “Listen, we need to know if you’ve been here before.”
“Where?” I ask.
“To the Hamptons.”
Instant. “No.”
“This makes no fucking sense,” the voice beside me mutters again.
“Are you a virgin?” Nate asks.
That earns him a scowl. “What?” I sputter. “What sort of question is that?”
“Answer the fucking question.”
“She is,” the one beside me says.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” I scoff. “Would you like to answer all my questions for me? And I’d rather not talk about that.”
“Are you going to keep delaying your answers?” he retorts.
“I’m not—” A hand skims up my right thigh, on Nate’s side. “What are you doing?” I shove his hand off my leg, only for it to come straight back. “Go with it, sis.”
“Okay, first of all, if you’re going to be feeling me up, could you keep ‘sis’ out of your mouth?”
He laughs, then his hand skims higher. “But I’d rather not.” Nate pulls away. “No, you’re right. This is too weird. Bishop.” He must lean over because his breath falls over my face.
“Yeah, no, that’s not what I meant!”
Bishop growls. Straight up growls. “Move, Nate.”
Nate’s leg that was brushing against me is now gone, and I turn my head toward where Bishop is, to ask what the fuck is going on, when I’m suddenly on my back and a hard body is hovering over me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, feeling a little claustrophobic with my lack of vision and with him lying on top of me. Although he isn’t resting his whole body on me, his waist pins me down.
“Bishop,” someone warns opposite me.
His body brushes over me, and I slam my mouth shut. Warm, misty breath falls over my mouth in shallow pants. “Answer me when I ask you a question. If you lie, I’ll do something you may find inappropriate. Do you understand?”
“Um, honestly? No, I don—”
His mouth presses against mine, warm, soft lips heavy on my own. My blood heats and my ears begin to pound. He lifts lightly. “Do you—” He brings his mouth down to my ear. “—understand?” he growls into the thin flesh of my neck.
“Ye—” I clear my throat. “Yes.”
“All we had to do was kiss her to shut her up?” a voice says, then I hear a whack, and then he grunts, “Ouch!”
“Have you ever lied?”
What kind of question is that?
“Yes.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“That’s a tricky question.”
“How so?” he asks. I can almost imagine the head tilt.
“Well...” I clear my throat. You will not remember. “It just is.”
Pause. Silence.
“She’s not lying,” Bishop whispers.
“Yeah, we’ll be talking about that,” Nate says from the other side of the car.
“I doubt that, brother. The only thing you’ll be talking about is how you missed a flying bullet.”
Silence, and then laughter from everyone but Nate and Bishop.
“Do you trust me?” Bishop asks.
“No.”
“You’re smart.”
“Debatable, considering my current circumstances.” He lifts off me, and I scoot up from my position.
“Take off the blindfold.” I grip onto it, pushing it up my forehead. There are gold neon lights lining the inside of the... stretched Hummer? No wonder so many people could fit in it.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, looking around and out the windows. “Where the fuck am I?”
I look to Bishop, finding him every bit as delicious as I found him at school. Even though he and I had only spoken once before this, it’s still hard to realize it’s the same guy. Before tonight, I only