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“I don’t have what you want,” my woman cries, tears rolling down her face.

I inch forward, ready to end this fuck once and for all.

“Stop. I will bury a bullet in her gut if you stop me.”

“Bullshit; you said that you need her to get what she took from you,” I call his bluff, which he fucking hates.

“Fuck you.”

Snarling, he aims his gun at me and fires, but I duck out of the way. Madalyn elbows him in the gut and he stumbles fromthe hit. She falls to the floor and quickly scrambles away to get clear.

I take aim, but a gun is fired before I pull the trigger and Crypt screams, his hand and gaze dropping to his thigh, as blood seeps into his jeans.

Looking to my right, I see Racer with his gun up; he nods to me.

“You’re welcome.”

While Crypt whines, I go to Madalyn and let my brothers deal with the cunt who took her from me.

“I got you, baby. Fuck, I was scared shitless that I would never see you again.” I pull her to her feet, wrapping her up in my arms where she belongs.

“I thought I would never see you again. I love you, Kohen.”

God, it so fucking good to hear her say that, to feel what I have been feeling but too chickenshit to tell her. My heart races in my chest, at how much I love this woman.

I cup her face, ready to return my declaration to her but a shot goes off and she screams, falling against me.

“NO!” I bellow.

More shots go off as I gather Mads in my arms, seeing her crying and clutching at her bicep. I look down to where she is holding, seeing blood seeping through her fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve been shot.”

“It hurts.” She weeps.

“I know, baby.” I look over, seeing Crypt slumped against a wall, his shirt soaked in blood, from all the bullet holes my brothers gave him.

His death may bring backlash onto the club. He was the VP of this club and fuck knows what other patched members died here tonight, but they fucking deserved their deaths for what they did to my woman and the other women before her.

“Get her to the truck; the prospect will take her to the club and I will make sure Ice is at the club to patch her up,” Pres orders.

Standing with the help of Racer. Madalyn looks to him, her eyes red with tears and it fucking tears at my heart.

“You will be fine, sweetheart. Your man will take you to the club to get fixed up; Ice will be waiting to take care of you, alright?”

“Okay, Racer.” Her voice is slow and soft, and it fucking breaks my heart.

I see Pres’ eyes soften hearing her say his name. He sighs, leaning in to kiss the side of her head.

“We take care of our own, darlin.’ No one stands alone in the Rugged Skulls MC.”

My woman nods, then presses more into my body. With a nod from Pres, I leave my brothers to clean up the mess, and even with the need to end every fucker of this shitty club, my woman needs to be my priority right now.

I carry her to the truck, where Logan is standing.

“Is she okay?” His brow is dipped, as he looks her over.

“Took a bullet to the arm.” I sit her in the back seat, then inspect the wound.

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