Page 46 of Macon

Alexandria asks, “She knew I was going to get taken?”

Sin breaks eye contact with Izzy. “No, she knew the trafficking ring was around you, and she was trying to find out who they had their eyes on.”

Izzy smiles. “Do you know who I am?”

Sin nods. “I read about you in the paper, and Ray told me. I’m sorry.”

Izzy’s eyes gloss over. “I’m sorry to hear about you too. But you are safe now.”

Sin starts to cry.

I try to grab her, but all the girls are instantly there, embracing her. Ginger, Izzy, Alexandria, Ruby, and Ma surround her, holding her and telling her she is safe.

When I can’t take it anymore, I shove my way to Sin. “Okay, that’s enough sharing time. I’m going to let her rest. Questions later.” When Sin looks up, tears rolling down her face, my chest constricts. All I want to do is protect her. I pick her up, cradling her to my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck with her red hair flying wildly around us as I turn and walk out of the room, not caring what anyone says. All my worries are focused on this beautiful creature in my arms.

Yeah, I’m done for. She’s mine.

When we leave the room, I hear Maze yell from the bar. “Wait. Wait a fucking second. I want to see her. Mac! I want to see.”

By flipping her off, it’s to let her know now is not the time.

Sin says, muffled into my neck, “I’m so sorry.”

I answer immediately without a second thought, “There is nothing to be sorry for, Sin. I got you.”

And I’m not letting go.

Without even thinking, I beeline it for the elevators. I’m going to my room—my private room. I want to hide her away and protect her. If we go anywhere else, someone will interrupt us.

When the elevator door dings, Sin lifts her tearful face. “Where are we going?”

“To my private suite. That way, no one can bother us,” I say softly as the doors open, and I move inside.

“You can put me down,” she says, shifting her body in my arms.

My grip on her tightens, holding her against me. “Please, let me do this. I don’t want to put you down. Not yet.”

This takes her off guard. She looks at my face and sees I’m dealing with something myself, so she doesn’t protest.

When the door to the elevator opens, she takes a deep breath, her eyes going wide as she takes in our living area. Our private floor is an open concept with one big living area, a kitchen, and eight doors surrounding the outer walls.

“Wow. Who lives up here?” she asks, viewing the entire area.

I walk her to my door, and right before I open it, I answer her, “The club officers.”

She looks around my room as I enter and kick the door shut behind me. I still don’t want to put her down, so I move toward the bed and sit down with her on my lap.

Sin sits there looking around, and once she sets those beautiful emerald eyes on me, I ask, “Are you okay?”

She smiles and replies, “Yeah. Are you okay?”

I breathe deeply. “No, I’m not okay.”

Mac’s holding me in his massive arms. He feels so safe, but his eyes make me feel like I should be protecting him.

“What’s wrong?” I breathe.

Mac locks his brown eyes with me, but they swirl with emotions. He looks like he’s going to lose it.

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