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She turned to me before she left the room. “No, but they’ll make sure he fears crossing the Hellers.”

I finished gathering my toiletries. At some point tomorrow, I’d have to deal with the mattress and the wet bedding in the shower. I could probably get Romeo to help me.

Not today. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and wait for the coiling tension in my belly to go away. I couldn’t get the image of Quinn, standing over my bed out of my mind.

I shoved a change of clothes into the bag. Nothing complicated. Jeans, T-shirt, bra and panties, and some cotton sleep shorts and tank top. I slipped on my canvas kicks and made sure I had everything I needed for school.

“Ready?” Dozer asked.

“I’ll lock up and meet you at the MC. Don’t argue with me. I’m driving myself.”

Romeo pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “We got you. Whatever you need.”

“Did Gabi mention how he got in?” Dozer asked.

“She didn’t but she assumed it was you.”

“Let’s make a sweep of the house, he said, “check all the windows, then we can go.”

Once the house was secure, I headed toward the MC. My heart hiccupped as I checked the rearview mirror. Dozer and Romeo rode side by side.

I had no doubt, if I walked away from Dozer, I’d have to walk away from everything to do with the Hellers.

Chapter Twelve

Pippa

I couldn’t sit around and do nothing. Nor could I pretend nothing was wrong. I had my things in Romeo’s room. Another uncomfortable situation. I didn’t belong in Romeo’s room. We both knew it.

“Can we talk to you?”

I turned to Blade but couldn’t tear my gaze away from the dangerous biker standing next to him.

I think my heart stopped. Sounds around me became a dull hum, and a shiver chased along my spine from the intensity of his eyes. None of the sensations firing through me were good.

He was intimidating as hell. He might have been the devil himself. Tattoos darkened his flesh. A black T-shirt clung to muscles on top of muscles.

Blade’s lips were moving, asking me questions, but I was too fucking scared to speak.

“Rogue, you’re scaring the crap out of her.” Levi sandwiched herself between me and the menacing man looming over me. He had to be at least six four and two hundred fifty pounds of muscle.

“Good, now I need to talk to her.” Rogue set Levi aside. “Let’s go,” he said to me.

My knees trembled as I stood. Blade and Rogue headed to the back of the MC. Apparently, I didn’t have a choice but to follow.

I entered a large room with a table in the center. Blade sat in the leather, high-backed chair at the end. Rogue closed the door behind me and leaned against it.

“We need the whole story, Pippa,” Blade said.

“I told you at the house.”

Without touching me, Rogue forced me closer to Blade. Just his presence propelled my feet forward. He took one step closer, and I moved two steps closer to Blade.

Finally, Rogue pulled out the chair next to Blade.

“Sit.”

I sat. Rogue lowered into the seat next to me, the chair creaking under his weight. The man had ice in his eyes and fire in his veins. He radiated power and authority. He curled his huge, tattooed fingers over the armrests of the chair.

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