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The best I can do is a crop top of mine from the bag. Noting the others coming our way now that we’re not in motion any longer, I throw the shirt around his arm, knotting it as I do.

He flinches at my touch but allows me to work as he continues to use one arm to fish his knife out of his pocket. Once I’m done, he hands it to me, and I nod as I see the fight coming to us.

Knowing Trap is in no shape to fight, I flip the knife open and run into the mix as fast as I can. I know my body can’t handle the pressure of it all—I’m pregnant and still recovering from being attacked, but the Bratva is killing my people, and hurting my family, and I’ll be damned if I’m going down without a fight.

Most of the gunshots are thankfully in the distance as a team of Bratva come our way. The first guy runs toward Trap, but I spin around and slice through his shoulder as he runs past me. He wasn’t expecting me to be armed. I don’t know if I can do any good or not, but I’m going to try like hell.

“You bitch!” the guy screams as he swings his own knife, narrowly missing my stomach.

“This is for my baby you almost stabbed!” I scream as I kick my leg and send it into his face.

I can hear his nose crunch as he bends down and holds it. I take this opportunity to knee him in the face. I grab his shoulders and bring my knee up as hard as I can, sending him flailing backward until he falls to the ground.

For good measure, I kick him where it counts before turning to where the next guy has already engaged with Trap. Their bodies are locked together, struggling for dominance, and Trap can barely hold his own with his injured arm.

I grab Trap’s knife in my palm firmly, allowing the hilt to rest evenly as I plunge the blade into the guy’s back. I don’t know that I meant to do that, but now that I have, I pull it out and kick this guy too. I watch in horror as he falls to the ground, blood spilling from his body.

I feel a strong arm wrap across my midsection, pulling me back. My ears are ringing but I can still hear Trap’s voice in my ear. “I am so in love with you right now,” he says gruffly as he throws me into a car and piles inside behind me.

He’s still bleeding, but not as bad as he was. He’s shot and stabbed and looks far better than I think he should. We’re being driven away from the fight by someone…I don’t know.

“Clubhouse,” Trap bellows, and the car keeps going with us tangled in the back seat together.

“What were you saying about being in love with me?” I ask with a wink.

“Oh, nothing,” he groans as he shifts in his seat.

“No, seriously,” I say, as I adjust the tie I put on his arm. “I want to know.”

“Listen—” He frowns as he puts his finger to my lip. “I am not the guy who falls in love. I don’t fall at all. I don’t catch feelings all spur of the moment, and I sure as hell don’t tell just any woman that I love them…but you, Meredith, you are someone I can see myself being invested in forever. Even if I have to share you with Grizzly and Dart.” He smiles, and kisses me deeply.

It feels strange after what just happened, but I let it happen—in fact, I melt into it, welcome it.

I don’t know what we’ll find when we get back to the club, but there’s one thing I do know. In these moments in between…I’m in love.

46

MEREDITH

Idrink in as much of Trap as I can, and we continue to kiss all the way to the clubhouse. The adrenaline is waning, and my body is doing all it can to stay upright. My head, which is still wrapped in a bandage, hurts worse than it did before. I can feel myself trembling, and I know it’s not from his kisses.

When we pull up to the clubhouse, we run straight inside. I’m happy to see Grizzly and Dart already waiting on us, though I’m not sure why they didn’t come to the safe house.

I run into their arms with a sigh of relief.

“What the hell was that?” Dart asks Trap.

“Take it easy, he’s been shot and stabbed, and he needs assistance now before he bleeds out,” I say as I pull back enough to look into both of their eyes. “The prospects are dead, we were ambushed. It was a total shit show!” Fresh tears stream down my face.

Dart and Grizzly turn to look at one another, and then they both jump into action, commanding people to lock down the clubhouse and any other local safe houses.

“We have some guys from another motorcycle club being called in to help defend in case things go wrong. It will only be a matter of time before the fight comes here,” Grizzly says with a growl. “Go get your ass the help you need,” he commands Trap, who’s dripping blood on the floor of the clubhouse.

“Yeah, go get fixed up by Lifesaver, he’s back there already messing with the guys who have escaped that house intact. Turns out we lost at least five guys in that fight,” Dart grumbles as he puts his hand on my lower back.

“Go, you’re going to be alright, I know you are,” I say with tears still trickling down my cheeks.

I hate that my emotions are betraying me like this as I hold my arms to my chest. I’m cold, and the thought that I might have killed that man floods my system. I have to think that he survived that, but I suppose I’ll never know. He’s a member of the Bratva, somebody worth killing, but I’ve never killed anybody before.

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