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Once she was gone from the room, Fox squeezed the back of the boss’s neck and pulled him up, the barrel of his gun digging into the shithead’s back.

The boss’s nose was spurting blood, clearly broken, and from the look of it, his right cheekbone was shattered.

I pointed my Glock at his forehead and growled, “You’re not gonna like what comes next.”

Savage snorted a laugh. “No one ever does.”

Aiming my gun again, I pulled the trigger, putting a bullet right between his legs. The pussy screamed like a little girl, tears running down his face as he begged me to let him go.

“Nobody fucks with an Iron Rogue, motherfucker,” Fox snarled.

The next shot was straight through the heart.

I didn’t wait for anything else before I spun around and made a beeline out the door. Once I was in the mostly empty front room—with the exception of a few other Rogues—I spotted my woman near the front entrance. She was pacing anxiously, her hands rubbing her arms for warmth.

I stalked over and pulled Lindsay against me. Her breath hitched as she buried her face against my chest.

“Go,” Maverick murmured. “Got this handled.”

I lifted my chin in thanks, then moved Lindsay to my side, keeping her plastered up against me.

“Let’s go. Before I put another bullet in someone else.” I growled, dragging her out of the room and into the lot where our bikes and the club’s backup vehicles were parked.

Lindsay tried to speak as we approached my hog, but I cut her off with a glare.

She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, jaw clenched so tight it ached. “Your apology won’t take away the fear I felt seeing a gun to your head.”

“I know?—”

“And it sure as hell won’t save you from the permanent handprint I’m gonna leave on your pretty little ass.”

She didn’t argue.

Smart girl.

I put my helmet on her head, then scooped her up and deposited her onto the back of my bike.

As we rode back to the compound, my blood was still boiling, my hands shaking. I didn’t know how long it was gonna take before I stopped imagining every worst-case scenario that could have played out.

But I was gonna fuck my girl deep and hard, over and over, until I was convinced that she was safe in my arms.

13

LINDSAY

The drive back to the clubhouse was tense. Not that I could blame him for being pissed.

I’d defied him. Put myself in danger. Drawn attention. And even if I hadn’t totally screwed everything up, I knew I’d crossed a line.

But even with all that, if I had the chance to do it all over again, I would probably make the same decision.

The clubhouse loomed ahead, the parking lot mostly empty aside from a few bikes and a pair of trucks parked near the side. Beck pulled into his usual spot and killed the engine of his bike without looking at me.

My stomach flipped as he lifted me off the motorcycle and took my hand in a firm grip before stalking toward the front door. I followed him without a word.

The second we stepped inside, the energy shifted. Conversations stopped and heads turned.

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