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“Can I shower first?”

I didn’t answer her, scooping her up to take her to my bathroom. My shower wasn’t huge, but it was fine for the two of us. I couldn’t leave her alone, so I showered with her. She leaned against my chest as the hot water enveloped us. Hunter went in and out of the bathroom a few times, looking at us with a concerned expression.

I washed her hair, getting a grimace when she saw the two in one shampoo and conditioner. I pretended not to notice as she scrubbed her body and I washed my hair. Her skin was turning pink as I took the soap away from her, afraid she might scrub the top layer of skin off her.

Her lip quivered as I washed her legs but seeing the scrapes ignited the anger again. If it wasn’t Beau, I could still find whoever it was and I’m sure Hunter and I could scare the poor bastard silly. Hunter took her from me, getting her dressed in my shirt and boxers, taking her to the living room. He sat her down in front of the fireplace.

“Tea?” Hunter asked, as I put ointment on her scrapes and a bandage.

“Please,” she said, looking at the fire.

The glow accentuated her sadness. I hated it and I didn’t like this one bit. Once Hunter brought her some tea, and each of us a beer, he started to brush her hair. She took a sip of the tea, her eyes widened before she looked at me.

My cheeks felt hot as she gave me a soft smile.

“It’s my favorite tea,” she said softly.

“I got it just in case you ever stayed here,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Thank you,” she said, biting her lip. “I….”

She looked up at the ceiling as her lip trembled as she took a deep breath. Hunter and I stole a glance at each other as we waited for her to talk.

“I saw him,” she said, staring into the flames. “He asked for a night together and I told him no.”

Hunter looked at me, violence swimming in his eyes. I opened my mouth to ask who, when she continued talking.

“He then shamed me, and I had had enough, so I told him to go fuck himself as nicely as I could and I tried to leave, but he was in the garage,” she said shivering, and I didn’t think it was from the cold. “Beau offered to walk me to my car, but I was cold, and I just ran to my car. I’m such an idiot. Thank god, Beau was there.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes because, fuck Beau. I know I should have been grateful, but I didn’t like that she needed him to protect her. One of us should have been with her.

“Who was it?” I asked, worried about the answer.

We took a collective deep breath.

“My old Dom,” she whispered, like she was ashamed.

“Did he know it was you?” Hunter asked, as he got his phone out of his pocket.

“I don’t know, but before he was scared away, my wig and mask weren’t on properly,” she said, looking scared.

Hunter put his phone up to his ear before walking away. Hurt crossed her face, and I scooted closer to her.

“What the fuck happened?” Hunter snarled.

Valencia’s eyes grew wide.

“She was assaulted in your parking garage,” he clipped.

“What the hell is he doing?” She looked uneasy.

“Probably yelling at someone from the club,” I said, shrugging.

“Oh fuck,” she said, getting red.

“I don’t give a shit, he needs to have his membership revoked and someone else needs to know he’s a fucking creep.” Hunter paced in front of us.

“Hunter,” Valencia growled. “I don’t know?—”

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