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I don’t even fight him.
All I can see is Timmy’s body, hanging there.
And Ryder holding the blowtorch.
A second later the door opens and Ryder walks in.
“You need to handle your shit.” Cutter puts his finger in the center of Ryder’s chest and then walks out of the room.
“What the hell were you doing, Megan? Lucy told you to stay here.”
“You’re mad at me? What were you guys doing in there? Why isn’t he with the cops?”
The fact that he would even consider being mad at me after what I just saw is unbelievable.
“We don’t call the fucking cops . . . ever.” He paces in front of my bed. “That asshole deserves everything he’s getting. This is what happens to people when they touch club property.”
“Did you just refer to me as property? Like I’m something you fuckingown?That is not some random stranger in there, you know him—weknow him.”
My eyes fill with tears as I remember what Timmy looked like hanging there because despite the blood and the broken bones, all I keep picturing is the Timmy from my childhood. The boy who came to me if he skinned his knees, and who would crawl into my bed at night if he had a bad dream.
“That psycho was going to kill you!”
“So you do what normal people do and call the cops. You don’t kidnap him and then do whatever the hell you’re doing.”
“Newsflash, princess, we aren't normal people. I told you there are things about the club that aren't always pretty, or legal, or something you'd agree with. This is one of those times. Now you need to stay in this room and rest.”
He moves toward the door then stops.
When he turns around the anger is gone. “You have no idea how fucking scared I was when I saw that asshole’s gun pointed at you.” His long legs eat up the distance between us until he’s right by me, taking a seat on the bed. “You are my fucking life, Megan. You have been since the day I met you. You might not always agree with everything I do, but just know I do it all because I love you.”
I still as the words leave his mouth. We haven’t said it, even though I think we’ve felt it the entire time we’ve been back together. Maybe we were afraid to.
“I love you too,” I say, adding, “I think my days of roaming the clubhouse are over.” He kisses me, and for a minute everything fades away and it’s only us.
