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I take the opportunity to look him over as he does the same to me.

“I thought they shot you,” I whisper, not seeing anything other than a few bruises starting to form.

“They did,” he mutters, grips my chin, and lifts until I’m meeting his gaze. “They hurt you?”

“They couldn’t hurt me because my new owner didn’t want my body marred before he was to get me,” I blurt out and immediately wish I could take my answer back and just say yes to being okay.

“They sold you?”

“Yes,” I confirm with no more than a breath.

“Then it’s a good thing those men in there won’t be breathing much longer,” Sabotage remarks, letting my chin go and twists, keeping an arm around me. “Viking, do me a favor and burn the bitch to the ground.”

“That’s the plan. First, gotta make sure we got them all. I want this shit done,” Viking mutters.

“Bishop isn’t in there,” I tell them. “I heard Victor on the phone with him. He also gloated how Bishop was going to make Gianna his when he got his hands on her. But getting me was an immediate must. Oh, and that in taking me, there wasn’t to be any causalities.”

The air around me becomes thick with tension. So thick I could barely breathe through it, and we were outside.

“Right.” This came from Ice, who nods curtly and snarls. “Sabotage, you get your ass back to the clubhouse. Let Sabrina actually stitch your ass up. We’ll finish up here and meet you there.”

“Tell her to meet me at my place. My woman ain’t staying in my room at the clubhouse until that bed gets replaced,” Sabotage remarks tersely.

“Whatever,” Ice snorts, “I’ll make the call.”

“Appreciate it.” Sabotage grunts and says something else, but I’m still stuck on what Ice said before about him needing to be stitched up.

“Stitch you up?” I twist to meet Sabotage’s gaze. “How bad are you hurt?”

“They got me three places. Two are grazes, the one in my side, it’s a bit more than a graze, but it ain’t gonna kill me.”

“You were shot, and still you came for me,” I whisper more to myself than him or anyone else.

Sabotage reaches up and strokes my cheeks with both hands. I don’t miss the slight wince in his gaze. “Nothing I wouldn’t do to get you back, gorgeous. I’d fuckin’ die to bring you back where you belong.”

Tears swell in my eyes, and I wrap myself around him, being as gentle as I can be. I shove my face in his chest and allow myself a moment to just let out a shuddered breath.

This man, I fell for him two years ago, even when I was scared to be around men. Now, I know I’m more than just falling. I’m completely and utterly in love with the man. As much as I want to scream it at the top of my lungs, I need to get him back to the clubhouse and see to it that he gets bandaged and patched up. Later though, I’ll tell him.

We’ve got time. They came for me, and killed those who threatened me. Most of them, that is. If there were a few still breathing, they’d take care of those men as well.

I could live with the knowledge. With them dead, the threat of me being taken again is at a dead end. Or at least, I hope it is.

At least for now, it’s over, and I’m going home. Home with Sabotage.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SABOTAGE

“Gorgeous, I’m good,” I say for the third time since Sabrina left, and it was just the two of us.

“Are you sure?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.

“Yeah, baby, I’m good. Told you that. Now get your ass over here.” I motion for her to join me on the bed. Sabrina had given me something for the pain that was going to knock me on my ass here soon, and I wanted her next to me when it did.

Before Sabrina had patched me up, I made Ryann take a shower with me. I fucked her against the tile wall from behind, the image is still fresh in my mind. I needed to fuck her when I did. I had to get the picture of her chained in the middle of that room out of my head. She’d been helpless to get out of being in the middle of a gunfight.

Luck had been on her side, and she hadn’t been hit.

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