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With hesitation, she finally reveals the faintest smile. I hope that if she ever were in trouble, she’d turn to us.

I only hoped to go home with Throttle after everything.

He begged me to seek medical attention, but I assured him that there was no need. Besides my arm, I was fine. Physically, at least, but I desperately needed a hot bath.

Throttle filled me in on Brass and that he was out of surgery already. His arm was fractured, followed by multiple broken ribs and a bruised ego, as Brass liked to call it.

I will visit him tomorrow.

As far as Pipe and his club go, I’m surprised when Throttle had said they helped us. Helped me and Danika. It was comforting to know that Hush accompanied her to their personal physician. The Steel Valley Chains and his club have agreed to a truce for now. With both clubs just wanting the same end goal.

Thoughts of Mya bring sadness to my heart. If only she could have gotten away. Married the man of her dreams and got her happily ever after. She didn’t deserve this.

Then there was the revolting biker who savagely raped and tormented Danika. Apparently, he wasn’t found. That bastard gets to walk the Earth another day. In addition, the guy from the mafia who was supposed to buy us escaped as well. Unscathed. But I’d like to wish and hope the universe will take its revenge someday.

THIRTY-FOUR

Tequila

I spin my hand, testing the water, emotions rushing through me.

Brass.

Mya.

Danika.

The abuse they endured both mentally and physically is heartbreaking. The fear of being sold and never seeing my loved ones again was also dreadful. Never seeing Throttle.

Unable to stop crying, my shoulders tremble with each sob.

I sense him before I feel him. Throttle’s arms enclose around me. He brought me into his lap, just like he did at the warehouse, with my back against his chest. My man, my love, cradling me as we sit on the bathroom floor. He didn’t speak. I didn’t speak. Despite my hair being covered in blood, he tenderly rocks and caresses me with the utmost gentleness, making me the most important person on the planet.

When I had nothing left in me. With nothing left to cry, I exhale and shift my body to face those golden eyes. “I’m okay. I needed that. But I’m good now.”

“Let me take care of you, my rose.”

He removes my shirt, exposing my bare breasts, and then he takes off his cut, already shirtless underneath, after lending it to me.

I lean forward and stroke his muscular chest.

He inhales at my touch. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kisses my hand while helping me stand and takes off his jeans and socks before pulling off my underwear, admiringly gazing at me. “You’re beautiful. So perfect.” He kisses my forehead. “If you want to be alone, I understand.”

“No. I need you here with me.”

He takes a step forward, lifts me, and softly puts me into the bathtub. The warmth at once soothing me.

Throttle joins me and uses the washcloth to clean my face, removing any traces of blood. Then he massages my breasts and works his way down, sliding the towel to my abdomen. He halts and applies the shampoo to massage my scalp and hair before rinsing it. He cleanses every part of me, apart from my bandaged arm, leaving no trace of blood or dirt behind. Just what’s in the water.

Exhausted yet in need of him. His touch is what I crave above all else, even sleep. With him inside me, he destroys the bad. I can care less we’re soaking in the fluid that wasn’t ours.

I make my way toward him and climb onto his lap. His hardened cock touches my pussy.

Throttle hisses and clasps my waist. “We don’t have to do this. If you need time. We can wait. I’ve waited forever to have you. But this… this doesn’t have to happen right now.”

I grind on him. “I want you. I need to experience what love is. Not pain and suffering. Not torture. This. Love.” I lean in. “Because I love you too.”

He crashes his mouth to mine and guides his cock inside me.

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