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I turn around. She’s standing next to the bed in my hoodie, barefoot on the carpet with mascara streaks dried on her cheeks. She’s still so fucking gorgeous. “What do you mean, Saylor?”

“Last night. I was high and had one of my nightmares. This one felt different. And I still wanted you even though I thought you had fucked someone else. I feel like something has to be wrong with me.”

I grab her phone off the nightstand and the baggie. The pills go in my pocket. She’s never touching this shit again. I don’t care if that makes me even more of controlling asshole than I already am.

“Nothing is wrong with you.” I tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me. “I’m going to figure this shit out today.”

She nods, but her mind seems elsewhere. I’m going to make her give me every detail about these nightmares of hers. Because something is haunting my girl, and I don’t believe in coincidences.

“Was your father here last night?”

“I think so. But I didn’t see him. Why?”

“Just curious.” He’s not the man she thinks he is, and I’m going to have to find the right time to tell her that. I don’t want her alone with him. “Let’s get out of here.”

She slides her feet into the pair of flip-flops I found, and then I take her hand. I unlock the bedroom door and pull it open. The hallway is empty. I expected Justin to be waiting outside. I plan to have a conversation with him later too, once I get a look at the footage from my cameras.

Because someone tried to take Saylor from me. Someone tried to break her. They’re going to pay for every bit of pain they caused her, and then they’re fucking dead.

CHAPTER 35

AXL

We’re sitting in my SUV in front of the Talon mansion. Saylor’s in the passenger seat with her knees pulled up and my hoodie swallowing her. She’s leaning over to watch me go through the camera footage from our room. She hasn’t said much since we left her parents’ house. I made her drink water on the drive, and she did it without fighting me. The last thing she needs is for me to hold her down and force water into her body.

I go back to around the time Saylor thought she returned to the room and see a figure entering our suite, seemingly without any issues.

“Did you give anyone our door code?” I ask her. “I won’t get mad, but you have to tell me if you did.”

She gasps watching the man she believed was me enter our room. She shakes her head. “No. I swear.”

He’s wearing a mask like mine, and Tracy follows behind him holding his hand. Once the door closes, he spins her into him. She’s smiling like she’s having the best fucking time.

Saylor’s nails dig into my forearm, and I don’t give a shit as long as she’s touching me.

The man pushes Tracy onto the bed, and she goes willingly. I don’t need to see the rest. This was set up. The question is who helped Tracy organize this shit, because she doesn’t seem capable of figuring this out on her own. The man in a mask like mine willingly fucked her after they managed to get my door code.

“Someone set us up.”

“I’m sorry, Axl.” She exhales, and her grip on my arm loosens.

I grip her chin and pull her face to mine so we’re almost nose to nose. “Don’t do that. I’ll tell you when I want you to kneel at my feet and beg for forgiveness. But not for this shit. Someone else is going to pay.” I kiss her, closing my eyes and deepening the kiss when she kisses me back.

Fuck, I need her.

I break the kiss and let go of her chin. “We’re going to go talk to Tracy and see what the fuck is going on here.”

Saylor bites her lip but nods in understanding. I’ll let her come with me to figure out what the fuck this is. I don’t have anything to hide, and I don’t want her out of my sight. I don’t trust anyone right now—Tracy, my father, Saylor’s brother, or her father. Any one of them have reason to fuck with me and Saylor. And my fucking father is at the top of my list.

I go to the other side and open her door for her. We walk through the front entrance and hear moans as soon as we’re inside.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I take Saylor’s hand and lead her toward the sound. As soon as we turn the corner, we see Tracy riding Crew on one of the couches with her skirt around her waist. Kase is sitting in the chair across from them with his feet up, watching while his hand drifts to unzip his pants. Another Talon I don’t know well is sitting over on the other side.

Show’s over.

Crew has his hands on her hips. His attention shifts to Saylor and me, but he doesn’t stop. He’s a fucking prick. “What’s up?”