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I’m sure I should get up, keep moving, try to get to Bruiser, but there’s no way I can keep going. It’s all I can do to stay conscious. I hate to admit the best thing for me to do right now is wait until the man who holds my heart gets to me. He’s on his way, and hopefully he’ll be here soon. I haven’t heard any more shots fired.

The sound of feet shuffling and rushing through the terrain echoes around me.

“Princess,” Bruiser calls out, coming closer.

“Here,” I shout, pushing myself up, only to fall back, scrapping myself up even more.

“Hang tight, baby, I’m almost there,” he yells, his voice growing closer and closer.

“Gunner reported a jet just took off. Gwyneth’s mother was dead on the pavement,” Dagger states, and I’m sure he’s talking to Bruiser, giving him an update.

In the dark, their forms come into view, and there’s no hiding my sigh of relief.

“Jesus, Princess,” Bruiser snarls, coming to my side and squatting beside me. “You’re one lucky ass woman, you know that?”

“I don’t feel so lucky,” I grumble and wince.

“I want to know who the hell was on that jet,” Hammer snarls, eyes locked on me while Dagger moves to my other side.

“From what I know, it was Gabriel Quintero,” I answer for him. “That’s what Johnathan had just told me before we ended up going off the road. He’s dead, by the way.”

“Someone fucked up,” Savage remarks. “There was a set of spikes on the road. The driver ran over them. I think whoever put this plan into action wasn’t expecting the driver to lose full control. This was a hit. I’m willing to bet it was to get Gwyneth without any money exchanging hands.”

“Makes sense,” Bruiser agrees.

“Well, I don’t care about any of that right now. I just want to get the hell out of here.”

“We’re gonna get you out, baby,” Bruiser says, scooping me into his arms. “Then we’re taking you to the hospital.”

“No, if Angie, Grady, and Ross are still at the clubhouse, they can patch me up.” There’s no way in hell I’m going to the hospital.

“Honor can help,” Savage adds, agreeing with me before Bruiser can protest.

“Fine, but if they suggest you need further shit than they can handle, your ass is going to the hospital,” my man growls, tightening his arms around me.

“That works for me. Just take me back to the clubhouse and away from here. I don’t want to have to think about how close I came to being some drug lord’s sex slave.” Leaning into Bruiser’s chest, I allow myself to pass out, not realizing the sizzle in the air coming off the men around me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

BRUISER

“I want to get my hands on the fucker,” I snarl, pacing the length of the room we hold church in.

Gwyneth was given a sedative not long after we got back to the clubhouse to keep her ass knocked out so Honor, with Angie’s help, could work on her. Honor immediately said she needed to be in the hospital, but with her refusal, I didn’t want to go against her wishes unless Honor was adamant about it. Thankfully, Savage’s woman has connections and was making a call to pull a favor for Gwyneth.

Hammer called church to discuss what all went down tonight.

“The jet Gunner mentioned was logged as being owned by the Quintero family. As we all now know, after what you said Gwyneth said earlier before passing out is, they’re a cartel out of Venezuela. Gabriel Quintero, from what I’ve read, is the head of the group,” Cy says and goes further into detail. Mentions drugs and women. They don’t deal in guns, though. Which could make what I’m thinking easier.

I stop pacing and look at Cy. “Do you know where that jet was going?”

“From what I gather, it’s heading for the Bahamas. He has a villa on one of the islands there. I’ve been able to hack into some of his stuff so far, and it’s where he was planning to take Gwyneth first,” he answers, not looking up from his laptop.

“Right.” I nod, clenching my teeth, and slide my gaze to Hammer’s. “I’m on the next flight to the Bahamas,” I announce. “There’s no way I’m letting this bastard get another chance at Gwyneth.”

“You go, I’m going with you,” Dagger states.

“Same here,” Axe grunts.

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