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“I’m not the one playing games with you,” I scream once again, tears steadily streaming down my cheeks.

“Woman, what I walked in on in my room, that test in there was a fuckin’ game, and you damn well know it,” he grinds out. “You texted me that you needed me upstairs.”

“I did not,” I snap, my breath hitching, and I shake my head. “I didn’t text you. I’d just gone upstairs and walked in on your fuckfest getting started without you like you told them to.”

Sabotage stays silent for a minute and pulls away slightly, a look coming over his face. One, I don’t know how to read.

“They say anything to you?” he demands. His voice losing the sharp bite to it, but not the harsh anger.

“Just that you were wanting them before going to deal with club business.”

“I didn’t want them,” Sabotage grits out. “I was out in the garage just like I told you I was fuckin’ going.”

“Right,” I mutter, turning my head to the side so I don’t have to look at him.

“Gorgeous, look at me,” he commands, sliding a hand up my side, until he’s cupping the side of my face, forcing me to do as he wants. When I meet his gaze, he strokes my cheek. “There’s only one woman I want. Just as I told you. Seems I’m gonna have to keep telling you ‘til it sinks in.”

Sabotage presses into me, his cock hard and bulging behind his zipper.

“You’re gonna have to trust me, Ryann. Know that I won’t fuck you over. I’m not going to cheat on you.”

My breath hitches, and I squeeze my eyes closed. I want to believe him. I need to believe him, but the sight of those women in his bed is screwing with my head still.

“I don’t want to stay in your room,” I whisper.

“And I’m not gonna make you,” he says just as softly. “Tonight, you’ll go to bed in another room. When I get back, I’ll join you there. Tomorrow, we go to the house. The prospects can throw out my bed and pick up a new one.”

“You don’t have to do all that,” I protest weakly.

“Gorgeous, no way am I fuckin’ you on a bed where some other cunt’s been.”

“You’ve fucked other women on that bed before me,” I tell him. I don’t want him to think I’m accusing him because I’m not. He’s older than me, way more experienced, and he’s surely no choir boy. I also know I’d seen him go off with more than one skanky hoe over the time I’ve known him.

“Yeah, but when I brought you home, it was to clean sheets. New ones that ain’t ever been slept on before,” he states.

“Wouldn’t it be cheaper just to buy new sheets then?” I blurt.

“Could, but that’s not what I’m doing.”

Something about the way he says this melts my insides.

Or it starts to.

“Now, let’s get you back inside,” he states, dropping his hand at my cheek to grab my hand. “I’ve still got shit to do before we have to leave later.”

“Okay.” I nod. Not feeling a hundred percent, but him coming after me and talking with me, it helps.

Sabotage guides me away from the wall and toward the clubhouse. We make it two steps before all hell rains down upon us. The last thing I see before everything goes black is Sabotage going to his knees.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SABOTAGE

Pain radiates through my whole body. It’s definitely not a minor dual ache, but excruciating, like my body was on fire.

They’d come out of the dark. Four of them came at me while another two grabbed hold of Ryann. They took her from me. I was able to fight the four men I’d been winning. That is until one of the men who had hands on my woman pulled a gun out and shot me three times.

Once in the knee, it was more or less a graze. The second one was to my shoulder, where the bullet clipped me. And the third, was a bit more than a minor graze, and I know it’s gonna need stitches. The pain is a motherfucker, and I gotta know I’m not going to be able to focus for long. Not without being looked at.

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