Page 52 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

Come on, Pea. Come to me.

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Pea entered the abandoned building ahead of the club. He’d ridden like a madman, hating that these bastards had already gotten a couple of hours ahead of him. Nothing was going to happen to his woman. Fucking nothing.

He ignored his club, intent on killing whoever had thought to touch her. There was no way he could think of her being hurt. It just couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let himself think the worst. Pulling out his gun, he began running upstairs. Within minutes he heard his club brothers heading toward him.

Drawing his gun close, he entered a room, and saw Autumn tied to a chair and Mel chained to the wall. The sight of his woman made him drop his guard, and as he did her eyes widened. Something dropped down hard on his hands, making him release the gun.

He took a punch to the gut and face before he finally got his bearings. Everything went by way too fast, and he lost focus on Mel. All he knew was that he had to protect her at all costs.

Pushing his first attacker against the wall, he slammed the bastard’s head against the brick work.

Someone grabbed his hair and tugged him back. Pea was used to the pain, and punched behind him, which released his hair. Grabbing his gun from the floor, he pressed the muzzle against the fucker’s temple, and fired.

The other man was slumped on the floor, and his brothers entered the room with Big Ricky.

He went to Mel, taking the tape off her mouth, and then untying her wrists.

“I knew you’d come for me.”

“There’s no way I’d be able to rest until I got you home.” He took hold of her chin, and turned her face this way and that. “Who hurt you?”

“The one you left alive,” she said.

Tears filled her eyes, and he pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Tara died.”

“I know, baby. I know. We’ll bury her.”

“She was saying sorry, and they just shot her.” He pulled her into his arms, and her shaking body was just too much. Releasing her, he moved toward the man who’d dared touch her. Saint grabbed his arm.

“He’s for Lorenzo.”

Big Ricky held Autumn, and Mel was crying.

He nodded, and looked down at the man.

No, he couldn’t do it.

Breaking out of Saint’s hold, he grabbed the fucker, and before anyone could stop him, he smashed the bastard’s face against the brick wall, three times, killing him.

“They owe us,” Pea said, wiping his hands down his pants. “We’ve been hiding their girl for a long time, and they kept us in the dark. You really think I was going to let someone else take care of the bastard that hurt my woman?”

Saint didn’t say a word. Instead, he gave a nod of the head.

Pea looked toward Big Ricky. “You can handle this?”

“Yes, I’ll handle it.”

“Good.”

Pea went to Mel’s side, picking her up in his arms. “I’ll be taking a cab home.”

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Saint had stayed with Big Ricky and with Autumn as they waited for Lorenzo to show.

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