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Munroe speeds off the highway and into Santa Cruz, barely slowing as he hits the suburban streets. When he starts thumping on the horn, I know we are close to the clubhouse, and he slows as Doug opens the gates to let us in.
The moment we pull to a stop, Alana, Rose and Beth come rushing out of the building but skid to a stop the moment Munroe opens his door to get out.
Zoe’s screams float out into the night, shocking everyone, and I realize none of us were prepared to get Zoe back in any other version than how we saw her last.
What a bunch of fucking fools we are.
Munroe tugs my door open, his frantic eyes meeting mine as if to ask me what to do.
I don’t fucking know.
I shuffle my ass off the seat while trying to keep my hold on Zoe and somehow manage to get my feet planted on the ground while still holding her in the car.
“Let go of her,” I tell Slasher and Stretch, and while Stretch’s eyes widen, Slasher curses.
“She’s gonna go fucking crazy and claw the fuck outta you.”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter. I just have to get her up to my apartment,” I grunt as Zoe rears back, nearly smashing the back of her head into my nose.
Zoe’s screams are too loud for me to elaborate and tell the others that I’m hoping once Zoe sees the familiar space of the room we shared that she might calm down.
Slasher and Stretch take that moment to count down from three before they release their hold on her, and the moment they do, I’m back to trying to hold her to me while she thrashes wildly, kicking my shins, and reaching back to claw at my head.
Alana and the other Cruz Cunts lead the way, clearing the path on the way to my apartment so Zoe doesn’t hurt herselfon anything.
Navigating the stairs is fucking tricky with my princess reaching out to grab anything and everything within arms’ reach as we go, and at one point as she somehow manages to press her fucking feet to the wall, she nearly pushes us back as she screams like a wild woman.
Slasher is the reason we don’t end up in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, his hands firm as they press into my back, helping to keep me fucking upright.
The door to my fucking apartment finally comes into view, and Alana is there, opening it, her eyes filled with concern and tears streaming down her cheeks as she takes in the monster unleashing from her friend in my arms.
“Bedroom door!” I yell over Zoe’s piercing shrieks, and Alana runs to it, throwing it open as I try to pry Zoe’s grip from the doorjamb as I move to step inside my apartment.
“How the fuck is she so strong?” Slasher grunts from behind me, helping to peel Zoe’s fingers from the timber frame. “There’s nothing left of her.”
I want to say it’s just adrenaline. But what if it isn’t? What if they’ve been forcing drugs into her and now she’s hopped up on something?
Fuck. I don’t want to even imagine that, yet it’s something I need to consider as a possibility. After all, that’s how the Reapers roll.
They use drugs to force submission, getting their women hooked and using it to control them. Fuck, there’s a real possibility my princess will have to suffer through withdrawal.
That shit is brutal. I’ve seen it before and fuck, it’s so cruel. I don’t want Zoe to have to endure that.
Finally getting her fingers unclasped from the doorjamb, I lurch forward, hurrying and ignoring the kicks to my shins, managing to get Zoe through my bedroom door without her grabbing hold of something.
Once we are over the threshold, I release Zoe, letting her tumble onto our mattress, and like a scared stray cat, she scurries over the other side, tumbling to the floor as she presses herself into the furthest corner.
Fuck.
Her screams die off then, her blue eyes frantic as she trembles, locking eyes with me.
“No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.” She starts rambling, over and over, her head shaking like she is having trouble making sense of things, yet her eyes remain on mine.
“Zoe,” I say quietly, lifting my hands in a calming gesture as I take a step further into my bedroom but the action causes my princess to try to scurry further away, even though she’s pressed as far as she can go in the corner.
Her hands fist in her hair while her head continues to shake, and she pulls at the roots. “No. It’s not real. Stop fucking with me.”
“Zoe?” Alana’s voice jerks Zoe’s attention over my shoulder before I see Alana step up next to me in my periphery.
