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“Get him up,” Howler orders, and I’m dragged to my feet. It’s then I realise the other person who was sitting on my spine is Brewer. As my president steps into my space, I force my body to calm. “Put him in a room until he’s calm.”
Hell no, that ain’t happening. “I want to see Skye first.”
“Ain’t sure I trust you around anyone right now,” Howler says, getting in my face.
“I’m not the fucking threat here, Howler. I would never put my hands onanywoman, let alone the women in this room.” I lock onto his gaze, refusing to be cowed or bow down as he grimaces at me.
“He’ll be dealt with for that,” he promises.
“I want his head,” I hiss. These guys have personal relationships with Trick, and I ain’t trusting them to deal justice.
“You already got enough from him.”
“Not even close. If it was your old lady he had his hands wrapped around, would you be so fuckin’ forgiving?”
The way Howler doesn’t answer tells me he wouldn’t. “Put him in room three,” he says to the guys.
I struggle, trying to locate Skye as I’m dragged towards the doors.
“I want to go with him,” I hear her say.
“Sweetheart, I can’t let you. He’s fuckin’ wild right now,” Howler tells her, making me growl. I need her with me. I need to make sure she’s okay.
“He won’t hurt me.” The assured way she says this makes my heart thud beneath my ribs. I don’t deserve her trust or her support, but I’m grateful she gives it. “Please, Howler. I can…”
I lose whatever else she says as I’m pulled out into the corridor. I try to fight against the hold on me, trying to get back to her, but Hawk has pulled my arms behind me and somehow locked them in place, making it easier for him to direct me where he wants me to go.
“Let me go.”
“Not a chance,” Hawk says, which makes Terror snort. “You’re not helping.”
“Ain’t tryin’ to,” Terror grumbles. “That prick put my old lady in danger of gettin’ hurt. My sympathy for his situation ended there.”
I agree with him wholeheartedly.
“Trick’s… complicated,” Hawk says as Brewer opens the door to room three. Even he looks back at Hawk with disbelief.
“The guy’s used all his fucking lives up,” Brewer counters. “This is game over. I don’t know how he comes back from this, Hawk. He was already pushing shit with Howler, but he put hands on Rage’s girl. He risked hurting the other women because he’s a fucking dickhead. I felt for the guy, I really did. We all loved Mara, but I’m done making excuses for his shit.”
“He’s gonna come back to us,” Hawk mutters, shoving me into the room and stepping in behind me so I can’t get past him. “We don’t give up on family.” His eyes come to me. “Never.”
I know he’s making a dig at me. He never gave up on bringing me into this brotherhood, not once, and he’s asking for that same leniency for Trick, but I can’t. He crossed a line I don’t know how to let him come back from.
“How much is too much?” I demand. “He’s fuckin’ lost, Hawk, and after what just happened, I ain’t too bothered about helping him find his way back. Ain’t ever gonna trust that cunt around my girl or my child.”
Hawk closes his eyes. I don’t know if he’s asking for patience with me or if he’s just tired. “Just… sit your arse down,” he says finally, not addressing my words.
I don’t want to comply, but Terror arches his brow at me, as if daring me to try something. He’d take a lot of pleasure in putting his fist into my face, I’m sure.
I move over to the bed, sinking onto it. I’m twitchy, needing Skye in front of me. I want to make sure she’s okay. “You make sure Skye sees a doctor.”
“I don’t need a doctor.” Her voice has my head snapping up.
She slips around Hawk, and he grabs her arm, stopping her from coming to me. I rise to my feet, intending to swing for him, but Terror and Brewer step into my space, and the smallness of the room stops me from attacking. I don’t want Skye in the firing line of my anger.
Instead, I nearly break my jaw grinding my teeth together as she glances up at him. “Please let go of me.”
Hawk blows out a breath. “Sweetheart, you shouldn’t be here.”
