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Would he be able to fight off the whole club when they came running? No. But it would be too late for Rook at that point.

Someone had to do something.

And I was pretty sure that someone had to be me.

My hand slid into my pocket, feeling the cool handle against my fingers.

I pulled it out, flicking it open.

Then, before anyone could figure out what I was doing, I swung down, stabbing the knife clear through the hand holding me around the waist.

The shock had his grip loosening, and I let myself drop to the floor.

Rook didn’t waste a second before rushing forward, taking Randy down with a leap, the two of them falling back into the bed.

Slash scrambled forward.

Then another set of hands were grabbing me, dragging me away.

“No!” I shrieked, trying to fight the hold, needing to help Rook, to make sure he was okay.

But the grip just tightened, turning me, and walking out of the bedroom.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Raff said, as he half-dragged me out of the trailer.

“Let me go!”

“Hey, Rook’s okay. Slash is there. He’s fine. Let’s worry about you.”

“I’m fine. Please, just let me—” I started, but trailed off when someone else came walking out of the front door, the whole front of his shirt bloody, his arms and face stained as well.

Coach?

The sweet, gentle, yoga-loving Saúl?

“Get her outta here,” Coach said, tone brooking no argument.

“No, please—”

“We need to get you back to the clubhouse,” Raff said, pulling me across the lawn toward where I could see a car parked on the other side of the trees.

“Murphy!” I said as soon as I saw her standing near the car. “Tell him to let me go. Please. Rook…”

“Clubhouse,” Raff said, dragging me into the backseat with him, his arms pinned around me.

“No,” I cried.

“I’m sorry,” Raff said, giving me a squeeze. “I’m sorry.”

But the car was peeling off.

And any hopes of getting a look at Rook disappeared as Murphy sped through the mobile home park, past the apartments, around the rich area of town, then into the parking lot of the clubhouse.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Raff said as a pathetic little whimper escaped me.

He wasn’t actively dragging me anymore.

Because Nyx, Murphy, Vienna, and Everleigh surrounded me. And all of us just… moved as a group into the clubhouse.

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