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“It hurts.Where’s Whizz?Idon’t want him driving off.”

“Stop talking.”Tate held herhand up to stop them.“I need to talk to Whizz.”

Tate and Angel stared at each other.“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Lacey, Whizz won’t behimself right now,” Angel said, touching her hair.

“I need to see him.”She stood,keeping the blankets wrapped around her.Lacey grabbed some sweatsfrom the drawer along with one of Whizz’s long shirts.The twowomen kept trying to convince her that she shouldn’t go to him.Shelistened to neither woman.The only person she wanted to talk towas Whizz.

When she was dressed she turned toface both women.

“Look, I know you’re worried, butthis is Whizz.He wouldn’t hurt me, not intentionally.”

They both looked at the bruisesdecorating her neck.She wouldn’t let them keep her away from herown man.

“If this was Murphy orLash, you’d both want to be with the man you loved.I love Whizz.Iwant to be with him.”She stopped to try to clear her throat.Hervoice was croaked because of the pressure of his hands around herneck.

She waited for them to argue.They both stayed silent, and Lacey had her answer.“No one is keeping mefrom him.”

Lacey went toward the door,opening it.Lash wasstanding outside, waiting for his woman.

“Where’s Whizz?”

“He’s down at the gym in thebasement.Killer’s with him, and believe me, you don’t want to seehim.”

“I need to see him.”She made tomove away,but Lash stopped her by gripping her arm.Instinct forced her topull away from him.“Do not touch me.”

“I didn’t mean anything byit.Go and sort out our boy.”

She nodded, making her waydownstairs.

No one stopped her on the way down to thebasement.She found Whizz pounding on a punching bag that Killerwas holding.The split lip Killer was sporting also let her knowthat Whizz had attacked the other man.

“Man, you’ve got to stop.”Killer had already clocked her.

Lacey stayed silent as Whizz unleashedhell onto the punching bag.

“No!”He growled out aresponse.This was not the man she loved.This man was hurting,angry, and so damn broken that it made her heart ache to witness.“I hurt Lacey.I can’t stop.I should be fucking shot.”

“You didn’t meanit.”

“It doesn’t make it any fuckingbetter, Killer.If Steven hadn’t been there—shit, I could belooking at a dead woman by my side.”Whizz lowered his fists,shouting the words back at Killer.

“Don’t yell,” Lacey said.Her voice echoed around the room.

Whizz whirled around to look at her.“Youshouldn’t be here.”

“I’ve got no choice but tobe here,” she said.“Get out of here, Killer.”She kept her gaze onWhizz.

“He can’tleave.”

“Why?You’re not asleep anymore.”She glanced toward Killer and nodded at him.“Go.”

Seconds later they were alone inthe basement.The sound was eerily quiet.She licked her lips asshe pushed away from the wall.Lacey moved to stand in front of thepunchingbag.

“You need to get the fuckout of here.”

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