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“I don’t think we are. Remember yesterday when Hunter rushed in because he couldn’t see us?” Nicole said. “I think we need to find out if they can hear us, too.”

“How?”

Nicole glanced at Brenna. “Let’s try it out. ‘Oh, no, Brenna. Are you having contractions’?”

Brenna looked shocked and then rubbed her belly.

The three waited, and after five minutes had passed, they decided they were just being watched, which was bad enough.

Simone set her cup down. “So what is our plan, girls?”

Nicole shook her head. “I don’t have any ideas, but we’ll come up with something. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being watched.”

They talked for another minute before getting back to work.

Nicole pounded on the big ball of dough. It felt good to get some aggression out, and since she couldn’t punch her mate, this was the next best thing. She looked over at Simone and saw her decorating the sugar cookies. She was the best at it because she was so talented with art of any kind. Nicole was the main baker and loved coming up with new recipes. So far, none of them had failed. Brenna was the best with people, so she stayed up front most of the time.

The back door thumped closed. She couldn’t see from where she was standing and guessed it was one of the guys.

The smell of sweat and smoke hit her nostrils, making her cringe. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked around the mobile shelving they used for the pastries. What she saw made her blood run cold.

A filthy man with several teeth missing had a hold of Simone’s arm and a knife to her throat. Nicole looked around for anything to help defend them and groaned when Brenna came from the front.

“Get over here, cunt,” the man said.

Simone grimaced when the guy tightened his grip on her. Nicole ducked behind a counter.

“What do you want?” Brenna asked.

Nicole hated the way Brenna was shaking. She knew she was thinking about the baby, which made her want to hurt the man even more.

“I came in for some food, but now that I see the two of you, I think I’ll take you with me, too. I haven’t had any pussy in a while, and the best kind is those who don’t want it.”

“You rape women?” Brenna asked.

The man laughed, and it came out shrill and grated on Nicole’s nerves.

She frantically looked around and only saw a heavy pan she could use to defend them. She slid it toward her and then stopped.

“Is there anyone else here?” the man asked.

“No,” Simone said.

“Good.” He pointed at Brenna. “Get a bag and fill it with anything. I’ll stand here with your friend, and if I don’t like what I’m seeing or you try to run, she gets cut. If I do it right here, she’ll bleed out within a minute, so if I were you, I’d hustle. I have a daughter that I got tied.”

“Why would you tie your daughter?” Simone asked.

“The little slut likes to run from me. She doesn’t like the mean things I do to people,” the man said in a snotty voice. “But a good beating only shuts her up for a few days.”

“Why do you even have her with you?” Nicole asked.

“She comes in handy when I need a distraction,” the man said and laughed. “Now, hustle, bitch.”

Nicole listened as Brenna rushed around the room. She peeked around the corner to see the man’s back to her, watching Brenna.

She stood and walked carefully up behind, lifted the pan, and slammed it down on the man’s head. The guy went down hard, almost pulling Simone down until Nicole reached for her.

The girls hadn’t taken a deep breath before the back door slammed open, admitting Hunter, Blake, and Roman rushing from the front.

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