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Only when he makes it to me does he put the gun away. Gingerly he pulls the cups over my breasts and drags my shirt back in place. He doesn’t speak as he reaches around and unties the rope holding me in place. Next, the ones at my feet are removed.
I open my mouth to speak, but he stops me when he helps me stand. One arm around my waist, the other cupping the back of my head.
“They do more than what I saw them do?” he asks. His voice is gentle, but I don’t miss the fury within it.
“No,” I whisper. “You got here before they could go further.”
“Right.” He nods, his features tight. “This shit starts and ends here for you, baby.”
I furrow a brow, not understanding him. “What?”
“You’ll see.” He lets me go, turns away from me, and moves for the men that the others all have on their knees.
“You won’t get away with this,” Hinton shouts.
“Oh yes, we will,” Blow announces, cocking his gun. “We’ll get away with it, and no one will even bat an eye at your disappearance. You wanna know why?”
Lucky moves in and squats down in front of Hinton. From where I’m standing, I can see him smirking. “The club is getting away with it because even as we speak now, your lives are being erased. Your companies taken away. All of your money wiped from your accounts. All of it, every last cent. The police, at the request of my brother, are looking the other way and not going to be doing a damn thing for those who come asking about your assets.”
“That’s impossible,” Hinton sneers.
“Not impossible, and you know it. You went after my woman,” Lucky sneers. “You fuckin’ marred her skin, and I’m not about to let you live another second. She’s going to know after this is over that she doesn’t have to look over her shoulder. She’s not going to have to go to sleep at night and worry about having nightmares because of you and your men. The Crimson Blood Clan ends with you all eating our bullets.”
I stare in utter shock as Lucky straightens, yanks his gun back out, and semantically, each member of the club pulls the trigger. My ears start ringing from the gunfire as I watch each of the men who belonged to the Crimson Blood Clan fall face forward to the ground, including the goon squad.
Lucky turns back to me, shoves his gun in his holster under his cut, and stalks back to me, lifting me in his arms. “Let’s get you out of here and get you checked out.”
I nod, unable to speak, still in shock, as he carries me out of the building. He keeps me in his arms until we get to his truck, where he sets me on my feet, opens the passenger door, and shields me with his body.
“Let’s get that shirt up, baby. I need to check you out,” he murmurs softly.
“I’ll be okay.” I wrap my arms around my middle, not wanting to think of the mark that now mars my skin and still feels like my body is on fire.
“Yeah, you will be, but I need to check it out,” he says, gripping my forearms and gingerly pulls. “Please, baby, let me take a look.”
Hearing something totally new in his voice, I nod and give in to him.
Slowly, Lucky helps me take my shirt off. He looks at the markings on my left breast and breathes out heavily.
“Should’ve made them feel more pain. Taken my time with them, tortured them for all they’ve done. To you. To the club. To everyone.”
“They’re dead now. It’s over,” I whisper.
“Damn right it is,” he growls, pulling away just enough to remove his cut. He sets it on the passenger seat before reaching over his head to pull his shirt off. “Lift your arms, Chels.” I do as he says, and he slides his shirt over me. “It’s looser than yours. Once we get to the clubhouse, Scorn can take a look.”
“Okay.” I nod, dropping my arms.
Lucky pulls me into him and sighs heavily. “Never again, baby.”
“What do you mean never again?”
“Never again will I let something like this happen to you.”
My heart lurches, and I press deeper into him.
“I’m okay. I’ll be okay,” I murmur against his chest.
“Yeah, you will be. I’ll make sure of it.”
