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I pulled up to the curb outside the Vicious Vultures MC makeshift home.

The plan was to get Edge out of the house. I needed to turn on the charm and try anything possible to get him out so that the others could get in and get Lane out. With him feeling guilty about what happened it was the perfect opportunity, hoping he would be more willing to do what was needed to make me happy.

That failing, Judge, and his boys were standing by with another plan.

Wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, I inhaled slowly through my nose. I’d been here before but it didn’t get any less scary. These men lived up to their name, they were both vicious and vultures, who took pride in preying on other people who couldn’t protect themselves.

I thought of Edge. He was so unlike them, I wondered why he felt compelled to do the despicable things that they do if his heart wasn’t in it. But then, I remembered what I’d done in exactly the same situation. The pressure to be accepted had become too much.

I forced myself out of the car and instantly heard what I thought was a woman screaming. It was coming from the house.

“Oh God,” I whispered to myself as I took off running for the front door.

Please let me not be too late.

I threw the door open, not thinking about my actions, adrenaline running through me.

“Please, help me!” the young girl was crying out, but when I reached the living room, I couldn’t see her anywhere.

Edge was there, though, his shoulders were tight and he was hunched over, muttering to himself.

“What’s going on?” I heaved. He didn’t turn or jump at my presence. Of course, he knew I was there. “Why is she screaming?”

He didn’t answer me, just continued at what he was doing.

I took careful steps around the table, trying to focus despite Lane’s cries. I could tell she was in pain. I wondered if there was someone doing something to hurt her, and my heart dropped. Edge was leaning forward, sharpening a knife on an old butcher’s sharpener, the blade slipping with ease down each side.

“Edge,” I spoke quietly and carefully.

“She’s been screaming for half an hour. Said she’s bleeding.” His voice was tight but strangely calm. “I checked. She is.”

I held my hand over my mouth, trying to compose myself before I lost it and did something stupid. “Okay, did they do something to her?”

He finally looked up at me, his eyes were brimmed red, almost like he’d been crying. It hit me hard, to see a man that seemed so strong, almost broken. “She’s having a miscarriage.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered. I couldn’t stop myself from shooting around the sofa and heading for the stairs.

His hand reached out and grabbed my arm, jolting me to a stop and almost making me lose my footing. “She has to stay there, Lily. Those are the orders.” His voice was dark.

“She needs a hospital. She needs help!”

He wasn't effected by my words. “The orders are that she stays there.”

“Screw your orders!” I shoved at his chest with my free hand but he didn't even flinch.

“Just leave it,” he snapped.

“She could die! Then what are you going to do? Offer Judge his daughter’s dead body in return for his land?” The words came out before I could filter them, and I knew right away that I was in tremendous trouble.

His grip tightened and he held me as he stood slowly from his seat, his knife still in his opposite hand. “How the fuck did you know that?” he roared, drowning out Lane’s whimpering cries for a brief moment.

I was scared, completely petrified, but I refused to cower and let another innocent girl get hurt. “Let me go, Edge.” I tried to force my voice to sound deep and fierce, but even I could hear the shake in it.

He moved around the sofa until he was standing directly in front of me. “You with them?” he demanded.

“No…” it wasn’t a complete lie, “…are you ready to let her die? Because that’s gonna be on you. You know that, right? The club isn’t going to protect you when the police show up and you’re the only one here.”

“Did you call the police?”

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