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Butcher glanced over at Toxic, then shook his head in answer.

“You said she was an assassin. You didn’t mention she was hired by the fucker we’re trying to find.”

“Sorry, Prez. Slipped my mind.”

I doubted that very much. He’d been trying to protect me. After I tried to kill him.Huh.“Well, I should-” I broke with a feral little growl when Butcher grabbed me by the back of the neck and yanked me back the couple of steps I’d taken as I’d eased away from them. I wasn’t about to examine why my panties were suddenly damp. There was something about an aggressive man that got to me. And Butcher was that in spades, not to mention he also seemed to be protective. Was it possible to have both in one man? To have the best of both worlds?

“You’re not going anywhere,” he told me.

“Agreed,” Lock said, folding his arms over his chest. “I have questions.”

“You owe me your life,” I shot back.

“And that’s why we won’t kill you,” he returned, eyes hard, “as long as you behave and don’t do anything to hurt anyone we care about. Ifind one bruise on anyone at home and you’re done. Take her back to the clubhouse.”

I groaned as the men converged on me and once more I found myself bouncing over Butcher’s shoulder as we left the rail yard.

CHAPTER 11

Isla

The world spun as Butcher finally set me down on my feet. One of the men had taken Donna from me, and I frowned as Butcher held out his hand.

“Keys.”

“No way. That’s a rental,” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. I knew exactly what they were planning to do with that car. I hadn’t sprung for the insurance and blood stains all over the upholstery were going to cost me dearly. There was no way they were loading all those bodies in there and not getting blood all over.

“Have it your way.”

“What does that-” I gasped as his hands began roaming all over my body. “Hey!” I yelped as he squeezed my ass, then let his fingers slide between my legs. It was hard to bite back the moan. Almost as difficult as it was to step away from his seeking hands. “My keys aren’t there,” I pointed out.

“Nope, but why give up an opportunity?” His smile was pure sin.

Good Lord, someone needed to get this man under control. He was a menace to women everywhere and I wasn’t immune.

“Keys, Terror.”

I frowned at him. “What did you just call me-” I jumped as his hand dug into my pocket and closed over my keys. “Okay, you handsy mother-”

His lips covered mine and my thoughts stuttered and died. I should have fought. I should have done anything besides melt against him, but it was too much. He was the first man in quite a while that I’d let touch me and the orgasms he gave me the other night were addictive. I was woman enough to admit that I wanted more. He spoke to that deep dark place inside of me. It was like he was as broken as I was and our pieces fit together. That was evident when he grinned at me, and even looked relieved, when I tried to stab him. What kind of man reacted that way?

One like me.

He broke off the kiss and tossed the keys behind me. I heard the distinct sound of them being caught but didn’t bother to look. I was resigned. Confused. Honestly, I didn’t know what the hell I should do. I was supposed to kill him, but I’d made my choice up on that roof. I wasn’t going to end his life. Which meant I needed to get the fuck out of here.

“I need to leave.”

He looked down at me. “Not happening.”

“Randal is going to send people after me.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“I didn’t kill you. Worse, I helped dispose of the men he did send to kill you. So now I’m on his list.”

Rage flashed over his features. “You’re not going anywhere. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”

I snorted, and he lifted a brow in question. Shrugging my shoulders, I answered his silent question, “I don’t exactly trust easily. And I don’t rely on anyone. Besides, your first attempt at killing Randal nearly got you killed.”

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