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Scanning the room, and seeing nothing out of place, I realize no one is here with me.

The microwave beeps, causing my heart to jump from my body, run around the block and climb back into my chest, beating a million miles a second.

“Freaking hell. I am too young to die of a heart attack,” I mutter to myself.

“But not too young to die,” a voice comes from behind me, a voice that I loathe and fear deep in my bones.

Turning slowly, I see Crypt leaning against the doorframe of the side access door. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his black leather cut sits on his upper body over a white T-shirt.

My eyes scan him, and seeing the Vice President patch on his chest makes my fear amp up. He now has no one to stop him from doing what he wants. He answers to no one, his President may be above him, but he is no worse than the man smiling at me.

The smirk on his lips makes my skin crawl. A look that I once found sexy, now it makes me sick to my stomach.

I glance down at my phone, trying to pull up Kohen’s contact number but Crypt lunges for me. A scream echoes from my lips, my heart hammering in my chest. My feet go from underneath me, and then we are on the floor, his big body on top of mine.

My body trembles as Crypt's cold grip tightens around my wrist, his intentions evident in the way he sneers down at me. He has always had this cold dead look in his eyes since he came back from the night that started the downward spiral for us. The fear that had settled like a stone in my chest now propels me into action.

I twist and turn, attempting to break free of his hold, trying to bring my knee up to get him where I know will hurt but he anticipates my moves.

“Nice try, baby, but we both know that you love my cock too much to hurt it.” He licks the side of my face, making me gag in disgust.

With every ounce of strength, I push against him, only to be met with a slap to the face. I cry out, the skin across mycheek stinging. Tears fill my eyes, and a sob breaks free, making excitement fill his eyes.

“Oh, I am going to have fun breaking you in again. You have let that prick into your body when it belongs to me, Madalyn.”

“I belong to Target, not you,” I say through gritted teeth, making anger flash in his eyes.

His palm connects with my face again, but this time I bite back the cry. He likes it when I cry out and I will not give him the satisfaction.

“He is weak. All of the Rugged Skulls are weak. Pussies. And we plan on taking them all out.” He laughs. “Pres wants Phoenix and he will take it.”

I turn my face away from him, closing my eyes, thinking of Kohen and the twins. Tears build behind my eyelids at the thought of not seeing them again.

Crypt grips my jaw painfully, pulling my face back to meet his gaze.

“You will always be mine, baby.”

“Why? I left years ago, Eddie.” I use his birth name, and something flickers behind in his eyes but it is gone in a flash.

“It is Crypt, baby, and that is how you will fucking address me.” His jaw ticks as his fingers tighten around my jaw.

I fight against him again, a menacing smile slipping cross his face. One of my hands gets free and I bring it up, attempting to slap him across the face but I scratch at his skin as he shifts us just in time. He growls deep in his throat, then I feel the pain of his fist hitting my jaw seconds before everything goes black.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

TARGET

We are at the clubhouse; all patched members are here with the sheriff talking about what that went down last night at the street race, with that cunt, Crypt, and his men.

Also Logan has been in a mood since we got back, slamming shots down when he can, snapping at people. I have had to call him on it a few times, and threatened him to reel it the fuck in before he gets toilet duty for a month.

I sent Mads a text an hour ago and she has not replied to me, and my gut tightens thinking something is wrong. The prospect, Waylon, has not gotten in contact with me, so everything must be good. So why the fuck is my gut telling me something is off?

I partially listen to Racer talking to the sheriff, my mind drifting to my woman again. It has been so fucking long since I have been inside of her, the taste her on my tongue, and I need her.

My craving for her is getting stronger.

“You good?” I look to my right at Savage.

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