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However, when she reached up and slid her hand around him, all bets were off. He hugged her as gently as he could.

She smelled awful. She looked like she’d been through hell, but he didn’t care. She was his woman, and she was finally out of danger.

“Let’s get her back to the clubhouse so we can clean her up,” Dash said as he zipped his bag. “Ginger’s a hospice nurse. She has stuff to pump Blue’s stomach. Once that’s done, we can take turns monitoring her.”

“Can she walk?” Mooky asked.

“We’ll carry her,” VP said.

CHAPTER 26

Blue

An icepick.

It had to be an icepick jammed straight through Blue’s eye socket. Her body ached. Her wrists and her ankles were on fire.

But she was home. She was at the clubhouse.

Barely conscious, the ride there had been a blur. She’d almost slipped off the back of the bike a few times. Thankfully, Mooky went slowly.

“I can walk,” she told the two men, trying to support her body weight.

Mooky and Dash exchanged hesitant looks.

“Really, I’m okay now. Whatever that stuff was, I’m good.” Except for every part of her hurting. “Besides, I stink like rotten ass and am covered in puke.”

“It doesn’t last forever,” Dash said as he backed away cautiously. “We will have to monitor you and hopefully not take you to the hospital. I think we’d all like to avoid that.”

Mooky sighed but only held her tighter. “I don’t care how you smell or what you’re wearing.”

His words squeezed her heart. She leaned into him and let him support her as they headed toward the clubhouse. “I really just want a shower.”

He nodded beside her before he kissed her bruised temple.

Gritting her teeth, she held back the wince so she could enjoy his affections.

Thankfully, there weren’t many people in the main room of the clubhouse as they walked through it. Blue kept her head down and focused on putting one foot in front of the other to get up the stairs.

“When you’re cleaned up, I want to look at your wounds,” Dash asserted as he stood outside the room.

“Okay,” she agreed, hating how meek she sounded.

He tapped the frame, turned, and walked away.

Once he was out of sight, Blue inhaled a deep, shaky breath. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the reality pummeled her. With her entire body shaking, sobs ripped through her chest.

She’d almost died.

Mooky pulled her tighter against him. His thick tattooed arms squeezed her tight with comfort. Holding her up, he stroked her vomit-laden hair and made hushing noises. She tucked her head against his chest and let it all out.

Every mistake she’d made, they’d made, led up to that moment. Punching a stranger in the face, fucking on the side of the road, getting put behind bars, all of it brought her back to the clubhouse and to Mooky.

She was supposed to be there. Being in his arms as he tried to soothe away her trauma was her place. But was it enough? Would the drama ever end?

It felt like each time they got together, things escalated. What would happen if they continued on this journey? The path that she couldn’t seem to get away from. The one that kept calling to her.

The questions had no answers.

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