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There were shouts as more men came running. My heart sank as I realized—when one kicked Scythe in the ribs—that they weren't good Samaritans. They were with Fremont. I raked my nails down the man's face, grim satisfaction filling me as his blood began to roll down his neck. He cried out and reached behind him, trying to grab at me.

"Get the kid," the man I was fighting told another, finally managing to get a hold on my arms and yank me off him.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, I steadied myself and kicked him straight in the balls. His howl of pain was music to my ears, but I didn't stop. I rushed toward the man who was going after Sean. I had no weapons, they wouldn't have been allowed in the hospital, and no plan, but I wasn't going to let him touch my son.

That determination died, when Fremont stepped into my view, dragging Sean along with him. There were tears on my son's cheeks from the rough treatment rattling his broken arm. All the fight went out of me. I glanced over and bit back a sob as I saw Scythe still fighting four men. He was outnumbered, but I couldn't do a damn thing.

"Come with me," Fremont snarled at me. He looked like a rabid animal. His eyes were wide and he was speaking in a choppy manner. His back was to the wall and he was desperate. I knew that meant he was dangerous, too.

"I'll go," I told him, "if your men let Scythe go." I pointed over to where the fight was getting vicious. Scythe plowed a fist into a man's face, spraying blood all over the asphalt.

"Not happening," Fremont told me. "You come with me, or I kill your kid." He pulled a gun out from beneath the coat he was wearing.

My heart dropped. I was doing my best to keep everyone safe, but I was going to have to leave Scythe here alone in order to keep Sean safe.

Scythe managed to detach himself from one of the men and started toward us. I gasped as one of the men behind him swung a crowbar. He ducked at the last moment, the bar whizzing past his head.

"Okay, okay," I whispered. "We'll come with you." Maybe with us gone, Scythe could get away from these guys and save himself. It would be a small consolation. I forced my body to move, walking over to Fremont. I wasn't sure how to get out of this mess, but I'd figure something out. One way, or another, I'd get Sean safely away from Fremont. Even if it meant giving my own life. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do to protect my kid.

Fisting one hand, I tried to calm myself as another man jerked my purse out of my grasp.

"Wouldn't want you trying anything," he sneered.

I followed along after Fremont and his two men, eyes searching for anything that could help me. What I wouldn't give for that crowbar. Or any kind of weapon. Fremont led us down into the nearby parking garage, and I knew my time was running out. I couldn't let him take us from the hospital. It would be too hard for the club to find us. I was going to have to make my stand. Against three fully grown men. With nothing to even the odds.

So be it.

My breathing picked up as I waited for the perfect opportunity to present itself. I was going to make this the worst day of John Fremont's life, or die trying.

CHAPTER 36

Static

Istood up as Rainer and Torres walked into the back area of the jail. A grin split my face as I reached between the bars to shake Rainer's hand. "Guys, this is US Attorney Jack Rainer."

Everyone was staring at Rainer, and Lockout shook his head. "Why am I not surprised you know a US Attorney?"

Rainer scoffed at the question. "I've been trying to recruit Reed here for years. We could use his skills on a federal level."

"For those of us who are admittedly dumbasses," Smoke called out from his cell, "could someone explain what's going on?"

I chuckled. "A US Attorney prosecutes cases on a federal level. While district attorneys, like Fremont, prosecute for the State."

Smoke's face lit up. "So you outrank Fremont," he concluded.

"Yeah," Rainer replied, frowning at me. "John Fremont?"

"That's what this is about." I met Torres's curious gaze. "If you two are willing to work with me, I have a case that's going to make all our careers."

Torres's brows shot up. "Why me?"

"I trust you."

Torres chuckled at that. "You looked like you wanted to kill me the day you saw me and Gwen talking."

"I did," I admitted with a wry grin. "But since then I've done some digging." I wasn't going to tell him we planted those drugs. It would just get the club in trouble. "We needed someone we could trust not to give in to Fremont if he tried to sway you. Your reputation for walking the straight and narrow is solid."

"Thanks." He looked around. "So, I try to date your..."

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