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The phone rang a couple of times before a familiar voice answered.

I sighed my relief. “Angel?”

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Bou

Alone with Celt after his assault, I couldn’t stop tears from rolling down my face. I tried desperately not to sob, not to let him hear that I cried for what he had just lost and may never fully recover from. The fucker, Rex, had at least taken him out of his humiliating position and covered him upon the bed, but he’d re-tied him so that he couldn’t move. Every time my brother’s shoulders shook in the heap on the bed, more tears drained from my eyes like someone had left the spout all the goddamn way open.

Helpless. That was the only way to describe the way I felt in that moment. Utterly useless as a sister and a human being. I couldn’t comfort him, and I couldn’t take an eraser to it now that he knew what it was to be raped. There wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do, and I understood it better than most. He had to own the pain and banish the demons he’d carry inside. He had to be the one to decide how he would heal. It had to be him, and I knew that somewhere inside, he’d find that strength, one day. I hoped it would be soon.

A knock sounded at the door. I wanted to yell at them to go the fuck away, but if it was one of Rex’s men or the AX3, they wouldn’t be giving us the courtesy of a knock.

I wiped my cheeks awkwardly on my shoulders and said, “Come.”

My voice was barely a whisper, more like a hoarse rasping. But apparently the visitor heard me, because the doorknob turned and a dark head poked inside, white streaking his goatee.

“Doc?” I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

“Don’t get too excited. I can’t do anything but make sure he’s going to be alright physically.” Doc nodded toward the lump on the bed.

“Go the fuck away, Doc. I’m fine,” Celt said in his own strangled voice from under the covers.

“You have to help us,” I whispered urgently. “Get us out of here.”

Doc shook his head solemnly. “They’ve got Kimmers, and I’m scared as fuck, Bou.”

“They what?” Celt snapped and twisted so that the covers came away from his face. “That’s against their own goddamn code, Doc. What the fuck? No one hurts someone else’s ol’lady.”

Doc bowed his head. “They’re holding her until I come out and they see you’re both still in here, tied up.”

He came over to look at my face. I winced as he pressed the bruise where Rex had backhanded me across the jaw.

“Open your jaw.” He held a hand where it hinged. “Doesn’t seem like the jaw’s broken. Anything else I should look at?”

“Not on me.” I nodded toward Celt.

Celt piped up again. “Doc, I said no. There’s not a goddamn thing you can do to fix what that bastard did. Just promise me one thing... When this is all said and done, I’m the judge, jury, and fucking executioner who gets the goddamn pleasure of slitting that motherfucker’s throat and watching every drop of his life spill out in a red river.”

There was something the way he spoke that I’d never heard before. It wasn’t my brother speaking. It was something new and cold and terrible that the devil, Rex, had fucking created.

A shiver racked my body. “Celt, at least let Doc check your ribs where he bashed that damned baton into your sides.”

Celt looked at me, cold rage boiling from him like he couldn’t stand the sight of me. For heaven’s sake and hell’s alike, I couldn’t blame him for whatever was going through his mind. I melted, turning away from that accusatory glare. I couldn’t imagine having to look him in the eyes if our roles had been reversed, if he had watched someone rape me and beat the fuck out of me. He didn’t need my sympathy. I knew that all too well. And he didn’t know that Rex had also raped me. He didn’t understand how well I felt his pain, and I sure as shit wasn’t about to tell him.

“Only the ribs, Doc,” my brother’s voice finally said quietly.

I breathed a sigh of relief that he allowed at least that much.

Doc helped him to a sitting position. It was tough, but I kept my eyes averted as Celt issued grunt after grunt of pain. Doc worked his magic and got him out of bed and into the bathroom. I breathed a little easier while they were in there, but the same lump formed in my throat as soon as they returned. Doc helped my battered brother back into bed and covered him up, making sure he was once again tied tight enough to keep him submissive.

When he finished looking over Celt, Doc rested a hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Your turn. Restroom?”

I nodded, eager to take care of the need I’d been ignoring for some time.

When I was done, he tied me back to the chair.

“Plan’s in the works.” He laid a hand on my shoulder.

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