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"I know it's going to be okay because I know what I have to lose. I know what's at stake. I'm going to come back to you. Back to my family." She leans over and puts her hands on my forearm. Just that one touch is enough to force me to calm down—just enough for me to realize that this isn't all about what I'm feeling but about my family.

I still have to deal with Spike's ex. I still have to deal with Phoenix. And I still have to deal with the fact that other clubs are coming after us. But at least I know for sure that Nisa is strong enough to do this.

"Okay, I know a few more things. I just hope you're not going to have to use any of them."

I let everything out. I tell Nisa all about the secret passageway in the back of the Hands of Hell clubhouse. I've never seen it myself, but I've heard people talking about it. Apparently, it was put there in case their clubhouse was burned down, leaving them no way to get out.

Apparently, the president has a real issue with fire. Doesn't make sense that his club name is Hands of Hell, but that's his problem.

I tell her about the few members that I know about. She is focused, taking everything I'm giving her into her head.

By the time it's over, all I can do is hope that she's got everything she needs to get out of the Hands of Hell without being injured.

Finally, looking at the clock, I see that it's time for her to get ready to leave.

Everything in me really wants to stop her. Wants to go in her place. But I can't.

"Let me get dressed. I'll meet you outside." Nisa stands, gives me a kiss, and smirks over her shoulder before she walks over to the bedroom to get dressed.

I let my head fall back and groan at the ceiling. I hate everything about this, but it's already happening.

Rumble walks over to me and stands right in front of me. I can tell by the look on his face that he's not happy about what's about to go down either.

"Maybe some of us should go to the Hands of Hell clubhouse, just in case shit goes bad."

I shake my head. "We can't. If they come out and see any of us in the vicinity, they might take it out on her. The last thing I want to deal with right now is some sort of hostage situation with my ol' lady."

Rumble sighs and looks down. There's something else on his mind, but I don't have the fucking patience to let him process his feelings.

"Spit it out," I bark in his direction.

"What the hell are we going to do about Jayne? You know if Spike figures out we've got her holed up, he's going to lose his shit."

"You think I haven't been thinking about that? We have to find the right time to tell him what's going on. Right now isn't the time." I wave my hand in Rumble's direction before I walk away from him.

I want to spend as much time as I possibly can with my woman.

Who knows if this is going to be the last time I get to see her?

I hope nothing crazy happens, but I can't be sure.

When I went against my promise to stay away from his sister, I didn't think I'd be in a position to lose her so quickly.

She has to come back to me.

I don't know if I'll survive if I lose her now.

CHAPTER 35

DESPERATE TIMES

Nisa

I stand in front of the closet, sifting through my clothes with a tightness in my chest. Nothing feels right. I need something sexy but not too revealing, enough to make Marc believe I want to be there, but not enough to make my skin crawl more than it already does.

I hate this. Hate that I have to pretend. Hate that I have to step into that clubhouse and act like I belong when all I want is to be here, with Leo.

My fingers graze over a low-cut top, something I’d never wear around those men under any other circumstances. With a frustrated sigh, I yank it from the hanger, stare at it for a long moment, then drop onto the bed. My stomach twists, my body tense, but before I can spiral too deep, I feel his presence.

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