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I turn around and face the shooter. The shooter is hitting the gate, which is fucking bulletproof, but not piercing it. I walk straight toward him, opening my arms wide with a fucking smile on my face. The bullets hit the gate right in front of my face. I bring both of my middle fingers up.

The bullets stop, and all I can see is a crack in one of the tinted windows. My brothers are at my back.

“What the fuck do you want?” I yell, and the vehicle just fucking takes off.

“Just let it go.” Kyle puts his hand on my chest, stopping me from running to my bike.

“This person is trying to hurt her.” I am pissed off that Kyle is trying to stop me from doing what needs to be done to eliminate the problem.

Kyle looks me dead in the fucking face. “Liam, I don’t fucking think this is the cartel.” I think back to all of the details, the shitty van and the note that says that I am going to pay. Holy fuck.

“Fuck me, I don’t know who it could be, Kyle.” I don’t know what to fucking think; this shit is unreal. I don’t have any enemies besides the enemies of the MC.

Kyle looks out the gate, where the van was. “Just keep your eyes peeled, Liam.”

What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck are they going for Paisley if they have a problem with me?

Paisley

Liam is stone-faced and filled with anger. He’d better not be blaming himself for this stuff.

Shane helps me out of Liam’s truck, and I walk over to him. I put my hands on his chest to get his attention, and he acts like I am not even here. He is still staring at the same spot.

“Baby?” I reach up, putting my hands on either side of his face, and force him to turn and look at me.

He finally looks at me, and I know that he is trying to control his anger. He doesn’t like me to see that side of him.

“Baby, don’t,” I warn him.

A little smile tugs at his lips.

“Come on, give me some sugar,” I tease him, my lips pooched out for a kiss. He rolls his eyes and kisses me. I close my eyes, all joking gone the moment his lips touch mine.

“Not in front of me,” Dad growls behind me, and I laugh against Liam’s lips and pull away.

Kyle looks at both of us, smiling. “Why don’t you guys go home, and I will put Techy on this.”

Liam nods and Dad takes my hand and pulls me to him. My heart hurts at the scared look on his face. I have only seen that look on his face a time or two, and that was when Kayla was in danger.

“Dad, I am fine,” I whisper, tugging on his vest. He pulls me to him, and I lay my head on his chest.

“It’s fucking killing me people are trying to hurt you, baby girl. I want to tuck you away and hide you. Liam would fucking kill me if I tried.”

“Damn right,” Liam says.

I laugh loudly, because Liam doesn’t give a fuck what my dad thinks, and he sure isn’t scared of him. My dad is huge, tattooed, and scarred; he is not someone people would mess with. Even when he was seventeen years old, Liam would sneak in my window, and Dad never found out. Even if he had, Liam probably would have just smiled through it all.

“You’ve had her enough, give her back.” Liam grabs the back of my pants, pulling me away from Dad. I laugh again, as Dad grabs my hands and it’s like a tug of war. “Come on, you guys,” I manage to get out through my laughter, my stomach already hurting. Dad finally lets me go with a pretend huff, and Liam pulls me back to his side.

“I love you guys.”

Dad smiles. “I love you too, baby girl.”

Liam kisses my temple. “I love you too, my love.”

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