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I glance away.

“Take her,” Western nods to Colt. “I need to think.”

Colt steps forward, taking my arm in his grip.

“Colt,” Myla says, appearing behind him. I didn’t even see her when I walked in. Has she been here this entire time? “Don’t hurt her.”

“Not my call, darlin’.”

“Western,” Bonnie tries. “Please.”

Western looks to her. “Stay out of it.”

Colt begins pulling me away.

“Please,” I beg. “Please just understand. I had no choice. If Marek doesn’t hear from me, it’s over. Please don’t take this from me. Please.”

Colt drags me out, and no matter how much I try, nobody comes to my rescue.

Nobody is saving me this time.

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They lock me up, chainedin the same room I was put in when I first came to the club. There is no way out, and it doesn’t seem to matter how much I scream at the door and plead, nobody comes in. I am running out of time, and if I don’t find a way to get out of here soon, then Marek is going to rip my freedom from me. I don’t know what the club has planned, but whatever it is, I need them to be quick about it.

Hours pass, but eventually, the door unlocks.

Western, Colt, Fury and Mex all stand at the door, staring in at me.

Their faces are expressionless as they look down at me where I sit on the floor, knees pressed up to my chest.

If they’re going to kill me, I wish they would hurry it up.

“If you’re going to kill me,” I say, my voice hoarse, “Do it now because if you don’t, he will.”

“We’re not goin’ to kill you,” Western answers. “You’re goin’ to go finish your business with Marek, and then you’re goin’ to do something for us.”

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