Page 53 of Lyon

I must have dozedoff because I woke with ajerkas rough hands grabbed my arms, dragging me to my feet.

“You get to please me tonight, darling,” the man sneered. “Aren’t you the lucky one?”

My stomach churned.

I retched—and vomited all over his shoes.

Helost it.

His fists rained down on me—my ribs, my back, my face.

I threw up again.

The more he hit me, the more I vomited.

The other women screamed for him to stop.

Eventually, he did—cursing as he stormed out.

I collapsed against the wall, dizzy, hurting, gasping for air.

Jada’s voice cut through the fog. “Niki—wake up!”

I forced my eyes open. She was crouched beside me, her face tight with worry.

I followed her gaze to the broken camera.

He ripped it down in his rage.

“Why are you here?” she whispered. “You should be on your honeymoon.”

My chest tightened. “Lyon was in an accident. He doesn’t remember me.” I swallowed hard. “As soon as he does, we’ll get married.”

Jada exhaled. “If there’s anythingleftof you.”

“I’ll kill that bastard when I get a chance,” I muttered. “Both of them.”

My throat was dry. I needed water.Damn it, Lyon, hurry up and remember me.

If those two men came back, I wouldn’t let them hit me again.

Jada could fight—Ryker said so.

Maybe I should have called for backup.

At least I wasn’t throwing up anymore.

But the roomreeked.

“Sorry about the smell, ladies,” I said, my voice hoarse.

Sherry forced a weak smile. “Maybe it’ll keep them away from us.”

I turned to the group. “Wewillget out of here. The next time they come in, we take them down.”

“They have tasers,” Jada warned. “They’ll use them.”

I nodded. “Then we have to be smart. Do both of them stay here?”

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