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“What the fuck happened to her,” Romeo exclaimed as he stepped into the room.
I wanted to rush inside after him, but I knew the moment I saw her I wouldn’t be able to control myself. The act I was playing would be right out the window, and we would be completely screwed within seconds. It had taken us all day to get plans into place, and I couldn’t ruin them by losing my shit in the first few minutes.
Instead, I waited in the hallway, trying not to pace and look concerned.
“I’m going to have to speak to my man about this. He didn’t want a fucking broken bitch because you can’t control your temper, Isiah,” Romeo roared, completely in his element with control and making these shitheads feel like they were nothing.
Romeo knew how these guys worked. He knew what steps we needed to take and what path we needed to follow if we were going to get Meyah out and make Isiah regret touching her.
Or Carly.
“Fucking clean her up, will you. I’ll give you five minutes.” Romeo stormed out of the room, Isiah on his heels.
I pursed my lips and stood a little taller. “I didn’t want her harmed,” I growled, staring Isiah down like he wasn’t one of the darkest bastards in hell.
Isiah’s nose twitched, and he clenched his fists at his side. “The little bitch has a mouth on her.” He was holding a washcloth to his hand, blood staining the white shirt underneath his suit jacket and there were a couple of scratches on his face.
I tried not to smile knowing that Meyah was giving this asshole absolute hell.
That was my woman.
“Cooper and I need to have a chat about the state you’ve put her in, and whether he still wants her,” Romeo snarled.
Isiah’s eyes narrowed. “There are plenty of other buyers out there, Romeo.”
My brother scoffed. “Ones that are willing to take the fall out that’s going to come with her because you have some idiotic vendetta?” Romeo tsked and shook his head. “Get her cleaned up.”
I could tell Isiah wasn’t happy about being talked to like he was a small errant child, but I also knew he’d been pretty desperate to get rid of Meyah quickly, knowing the longer he held onto her, the more danger he was in if the club found out what had happened.
He stomped back inside the room, throwing orders at his men to patch her up.
Knowing she was hurt somehow was making me itching to walk right in there and put a bullet in his head.
A few minutes later, I took a deep breath and stepped into the room next to my brother.
Meyah was on a sofa not far from the door, her eyes barely cracked open, and her hands bound behind her. There was a piece of tape over her mouth.
“Did you drug her?” I asked, concerned as hell as I made my way toward her, trying not to act too concerned but my old friend, Kero, stepped in front of me, his hand on my chest. I looked down at it then back up at him. “Get your dirty ass hand off me before I break every goddamn finger on it.”
“Move back,” he ordered, and I reluctantly took a couple of steps back toward Romeo.
He was also staring at her in concern. “What happened?” he demanded, turning to face Isiah who just shrugged as he tended to his wounds.
There were a couple men on the floor, sweeping up broken glass and dismantling what was left of a glass top table.
“I didn’t give her shit,” Isiah snorted. “She came at me. We both fell into the glass. She got cut on her thigh, but it’s not too deep.”
“Fuck,” Romeo cursed under his breath, storming toward Meyah, shoving Isiah’s men out of the way. He crouched down beside her, rolling her body over. She was barely conscious. I could see her trying to figure out what was going on but feeling too weak. I just hoped, for now, she kept quiet until I could get her the hell out of here. “We need to take her, now.”
Isiah shook his head. “Money first, then she will be delivered. You were only here to look.”
Actually, we were always here to take. We just thought we’d be able to show him a fake transfer on a computer and that we’d be gone. Well, we’d have Meyah safe before we came for Isiah.
Romeo pressed his hand to the cut on the side of her leg that had sliced through her jeans and looked like it was still bleeding. “She’s going to fucking bleed out,” Romeo roared, his eyes looking directly into mine, telling me there was something wrong and to be prepared because shit was about to go south.
Isiah stood up, his eyes watching Romeo carefully, his head tilted to the side. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” he challenged. I was already making sure I knew where the exits were, and how many men were in the room.
Four including Isiah—all armed.
