Page 36 of Sabotage

I want to find my way back to Sabotage.

With him hurt, there’s no way he’ll be able to come for me. I remember the shots fired.

It’s all I can do to keep from sobbing, but I won’t let these men see me break.

They might have sold me to someone new.

The club might not get to me. I’m sure they know by now I’m missing, but they won’t know where to find me. I don’t even know where I am or how long I’d been out before waking up.

If I can’t get out of here before dawn, I might as well seal my fate to death because I won’t allow anyone to touch me or force me to carry their children. I won’t go through that again.

It was hell at the hands of ‘Master’, but he hadn’t even gotten close to what we’d seen him do others. He was a nightmare. I saw them raped and tortured. I saw them give birth, crying and pleading for their lives, and for the child’s. In the end, when he was done with them, he’d killed them. I don’t know what happened to the girls, but the boys were all in foster care now. I knew Fawn checked in on them often.

She was the fixation that started it all. Wherever she moved, we were all moved as ‘Master’ and those who helped him also followed and stalked her.

It’s all I can do to block Victor and the others out of my mind. To escape into my head where they couldn’t hurt me. Not mentally, that is. Or more than they already have.

Images of Sabotage going to his knees, the look of fury in his eyes, keep playing on repeat.

I want to know that he’s okay and that he’s not hurt.

I want to tell him I’m sorry.

If I hadn’t gone out the back . . . none of this would have happened.

It’s my fault, and I hate myself for it.

Victor’s phone rings again, and he moves away from me to answer it. I can hear him on the phone, but he keeps his voice low enough I can’t hear what he’s saying.

Long moments later, a window shatters, and again, all hell breaks loose when something is thrown through and lands on the floor. A flash bang goes off, and my ears ring sharply. There’s no way to shield them.

Through the commotion, I can hear Victor shouting orders.

Behind me, men storm in, and I can’t see them as much as I can hear them. With me being restrained in the middle of the room, I’m right in the middle of it all. That is until Sabotage comes around me and wraps his arms around my waist. Behind me, I feel someone reaching up and unlocking the cuffs on my wrists.

“You . . . you . . . you came for me,” I whisper, shock overwhelming me to the point I can’t think past him being here.

“Told ya, gorgeous, I wasn’t lettin’ you go,” he growls and sets me on my feet. “Now, stay behind me so we can get the fuck out of here.”

“Okay,” I agree, nodding a bit more than I should.

Sabotage gives me an accessing look before spinning around. I immediately grip a hold of his cut and stay on his ass, with him right in front of me.

I keep my eyes on his back, doing my best to block out the gunfire and the shouting. It’s bad enough my ears are still hurting.

In the end, none of it matters.

Not the gunfire.

Not the shouting.

None of it.

Because Sabotage is here. He wasn’t hurt like I thought he was—no wounds in sight.

I don’t know how long it takes, but by the time Sabotage makes it outside with me, the ringing of the gunfight ceases, and nothing but groans and a few grumbling words could be heard.

“You okay, baby?” Sabotage asks, reaching behind him, gripping my wrists, and pulling me around to face him.

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