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They’d saved me. Tried to bring me home. Now they offered me a place to stay while I patched myself together.

I didn’t trust them. I didn’t trust anyone. But the truth was, I had nowhere else to go. I tucked the knife under my pillow in case I needed it.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Maverick’s eyes flicked to my weapon’s hiding spot before he met my gaze and smiled. My return smile felt brittle.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to sleep some more.” Leaning forward, I put the glass of water on the nightstand without taking a sip.

Connor’s eyes collided with mine as he pulled at the back of his neck. “We… we have a doctor here. A woman.”

“A doctor?”

“You were out of it. We thought it would be best to have someone look at you. Make sure everything was good.”

I knew it wasn’t ‘good’. There were things broken in me that couldn’t be seen by a doctor. Things that would never be fixed.

“We’ll leave you alone.” Maverick stood like that’s what I was afraid of.

“Okay.” I gave in. I was numb. Used to being told what to do. This was just one more order. I hadn’t had control over my body or choices in a while now.

Reid opened the door and a woman in her fifties walked in. She wore casual clothes and her hair fell in messy curls around her face. She wasn’t what I expected.

Her bag rattled as she set it on the bed-side table. She raised an authoritative brow as she glared at them. “Privacy.”

The way she commanded these forceful men would’ve been funny if I could still find humor in the world.

Connor cracked a smile as he put his hands up. “We’ll be right outside if you need something.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or me. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t ask for anything else from them. I already owed them more than I could ever repay.

They walked to the door, each giving me varying looks of pity. My teeth cut into my lips as I rolled them together. I wondered if this was how I’d spend the rest of my life. Being looked at like I was ruined.

The worst part was, I couldn’t fight it because it was true.

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Connor

Tension gripped my neck as I stared at the bedroom door, willing it to open. Dying to see my little bloom again. To know she was okay. I appeared relaxed, leaning against the wall, but my insides were strung tight as we waited for the doc.

She’d worked with us for years, mostly patching up guys at Ares. Like the rest of the city, she didn’t care what we were as long as the good outweighed the bad. Nobody would report her for working under the table with us. At least not without consequences.

The pressure inside me exploded as the door clicked open. The grim look on Susan’s face did nothing to relieve it. She shook her head as she pulled it closed again.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at us. “Whoever this bastard is, I want a piece of him.”

My chest constricted. Maverick felt the same, if his knuckle cracking was any indication. “That bad?”

Susan swiped at her brow, almost as if she was trying to release the knowledge from her mind. “Restraint marks on her wrist and ankles. Vaginal and Anal trauma. Bruises on her thighs from being held down. Welts on her stomach and rear end. Scarring on her chest and back that I would assume came from a knife.” Her exhale was harsh. “Not that I know, because she wouldn’t talk.”

Her words hung in the air around us. I wasn’t sure what my brothers were thinking, but I was ready to rip off Simon’s head. No, I wanted to inflict each wound on him; then I’d killed him.

Even that didn’t seem like enough. I wanted to find some sick bastard to rape him, so he’d know just how it felt. So he could be the one helpless and alone. I’d get a dildo and do it myself.

The rage inside me burned hot. I wouldn’t be satisfied until he broke. Begged. Prayed for mercy.

But no god would answer. Not even the devil would want him.

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