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My head is swirling with a million reasons as to why Madalyn would get mixed up with those biker fuckers. I need to calm myself before I lay my bike down and gather information before I make my next plans.

As I ride, my mind races faster than my bike. The roar of the engine can’t drown out how the cunt looked when he brought his dark eyes to me as he said, ‘his girl.’

Finally, I reach the familiar street, my pulse pounding in my ears. As Madalyn’s house comes into view, I force myself to slow down gradually, parking the bike in her drive.

I need to approach this calmly, rationally, so I don’t scare her, as I have been known to fly off the handle when the people I care about could be in danger. Every fiber of my being screams at me to rush in and protect her.

Taking a deep breath, I walk toward the house, pulling in a fortifying breath with each step to calm myself.

I clench and unclench my fists at my sides, the idea of him touching her making my hands tremble with rage. I pause at the doorstep, gathering my thoughts, trying to steady my breath.

Raising my hand, I give the door two hard knocks and I hear her gasps from the other side but she does not answer.

“Mads, baby, it’s me. Open the door, I can hear you breathing really heavy, baby.” The need to bust the door down is in full force, but I do not want to scare her.

The door flies open and she is in my arms in a split second. Her sobs break my fucking heart. My arms tighten around her, binding her to me while she has a mini breakdown.

Her body shakes, as she cries.

Leaning back, I tuck my finger under her chin and bring her gaze to meet mine.

“We need to talk.”

With a jerky nod, she steps back, and I close the door behind me, then kick off my boots because there is no way I am leaving her tonight.

“Where is Aria?” My question catches her off guard, causing her to flinch a little.

What the hell has happed to make her feel like this?

“At a friend’s house for her mother’s birthday.” Her voice is meek and I fucking hate it. “Why are you here?”

“Come sit, there is something I want to talk to you about.”

“What is this about, Kohen?” I lead her to the couch, having her sit next to me so I can touch her, and be close enough to see the look in her eyes.

I need to see truth right now, because so many things are speeding around my head.

“What has you so jumpy tonight?”

She shrugs. “Just having an off night.”

“Bullshit, baby. Want to try that again?” Her gaze snaps to mine and her eyes flare with anger and I smirk, needing the fierce Madalyn to come forward, not this muted version.

“Not bullshit. You do not know me well enough to say what I am or am not feeling. I may be on my period and not feeling myself; you know some women go crazy with PMS when they are bleeding like a stuffed pig each month. Do you know what women go through? No, I guess that you don’t because you are a freaking man.”

“Bullshit.” I scoff. “Are you on your period?”

“Well no, but you do not know that. You do not know my cycle,” she snaps, making my grin widen.

“No period, good to know.” I wink, making her jump off the couch.

“You jackass. That is all you men care about. Sex, and if it is not given you take it, like you own the woman you are with. Well, I’ve got bad news for you, Kohen -Target- Riggins, you will not get sex out of me.” She huffs.

Most days I would rile her up but her words are like a dagger to my gut, making my blood boil and my fists clench on my thighs.

“What do you mean, they take it from the women they own?” I keep my voice even but my blood boils beneath the surface.

Her face goes pale, and she nibbles at her bottom lip, as she paces back and forth.

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