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“No, boss.” Harvey smiles as he walks towards Star.

Star shuffles herself back against the wall. “You stay the fuck away from me,” Star warns. She puts her hand in her pocket and when she pulls her hand back out, I notice she has her gold knuckle dusters on. Her gaze flickers to me. I give her brief nod and she swings her fist out and slams it straight into Harvey’sdick. He cries out like a baby and falls to his knees. Maggie moves quickly and grabs his gun from his holster. She stands and takes aim at the other men.

“Uh-uh ladies, that is not how you treat your host,” Dean warns as he comes up behind me and presses a cold blade against my neck.

“Let her go,” Maggie demands.

Dean laughs. “Just think about who has the upper hand here. I have 4 more men, all armed with either guns or blades. I have a blade to your friend’s throat, and all it would take is one little slip of the hand,” he says. Pausing, he slices his blade along my neck, just enough to draw blood. I hiss in pain, feeling the blood trickle down my body. “And she would be dead. So come on, let’s not be silly here. You are outnumbered here, and this can only end badly,” he points out.

“Oh, it’s going to be fucking catastrophic,” a deep voice states.

I look to the right. “Luca,” I breathe.

His intense green eyes fuse with mine. “Hey, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SPIDER

I standfirm with my gun aimed at Dean’s head. His eyes are wide as he looks left to right, watching as Rage is let loose on his men. Ghost walks in going straight to Star, as does Cash with Maggie.

“Let her go, Dean,” I growl.

I catch Acid’s gaze as he quietly climbs through the window behind them. He lifts his metal baseball bat high and slams it down on Dean’s head. Dean collapses to the floor like a sack of shit. I sigh relieved, watching as Acid pulls Nova in for a hug. Seeing her neck bleeding, he slams his booted foot into Dean.

“Fucking cunt!” Acid spits.

I step over some dead guy Rage is ripping apart limb from limb, not giving a shit. My eyes are fixed on her. I grab her face in my hands and crash my mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely with all the love and fear I’ve felt since her call. Breaking the kiss, I rest my head against hers, squeezing my eyes shut.

“You have no fucking idea how scared I’ve been,” I whisper across her lips. “It was a fight to make you mine, and the thought of something happening to you, losing you... Fuck,” I breathe.

She places her lips softly on mine. “The fight isn’t over,” she whispers, smiling. “It’s just changed. We are fighting everythingelse now, instead of ourselves,” she says, letting out a soft laugh. A lone tear trickles down her cheek, and I quickly swipe it away with my thumb.

“He was going to try and fuck me, so I punched him in the nuts with my knuckle dusters,” we hear Star explain. We turn to see Ghost bend down and drag the half alive guy to Beast.

“Keep him alive with Dean,” Ghost orders.

Beast nods as he helps Hawk and Rage carry them out.

“Where are they taking them?” Nova asks.

I look at her. “Club business, sweetheart.” She rolls her eyes. I grab her behind and that’s when I feel something strange. “What’s that?” I ask. She subtly reaches under my T-shirt she’s wearing and pulls out the tracker I gave her earlier that day. “Well, fuck me.” I smile.

“I’m guessing that’s how you found us,” she states.

“Yeah, amongst Lizzie from the diner messaging me saying that she saw a guy carrying you up the steps to an apartment at the back of her diner,” I tell her.

“Wait, what?” she asks, looking out the window, seeing the back of the diner.

“Yeah, she was emptying the trash and saw them,” I state.

“So, I had a tracker in my underwear all this time for nothing?” she huffs.

“Not for nothing. If Lizzie hadn’t seen you, then I would have used the tracker,” I tell her.

She sighs. “Can we go home now?” she asks.

I tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “After I’ve seen to some club business.”

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