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CRACK!
Screams erupted as they went down. One asshole charged me, grabbed me around the waist, and drove me against the wall. All that did was trigger something dangerous inside me, something I tried to hide from the world…
The real me.
I drove my fist upwards and connected with his jaw. Crunch. His head snapped backwards, and I was moving, firing the gun, feeling the rush as it kicked in my hand. I lost count of how many I killed…I lost count of it all. They ran like I knew they would, hurling themselves out of the front of the building where Laz and Freddy waited.
She tore past me, the bloodied sheet flapping wildly asd sheb tripped and fell.
“Stop!” I lunged and grabbed her, my fingers almost slipping from her arm as I lifted her from the floor and turned away. “You don’t want to go out there.”
Crack, crack, crack, crackcrackcrack. Gunfire followed. The young woman kicked and bucked, fighting me as I turned around and grabbed a bottle of Scotch on the counter, lifted it high, and slammed it down.
Crash.
I found another.
And another, until the floor glistened with the fluid before I reached into my pocket…pulled out a lighter, and flicked it. Then she stopped fighting, turning her tear-filled eyes toward mine.
“For Ben.” I murmured and tossed it high, until it landed on its side.
The bar erupted in a whoosh. But I was already moving, heading out the back door…desperate to be home.
The growl of the engine kicked and spluttered. Nick was already waiting, with the chain on the gate now cut.
“Who’s this?” He jerked his gaze her way.
She gripped my waist. “Have no fucking idea.”
“She a whore?”
“No,” she whispered as I half-carried her through the gate. “I’m not a whore…I’m a Daughter.”
He stared at her as the sound of shattering glass came from the clubhouse behind us. His eyes widened. “What the fuck are we going to do with a Daughter?”
The only thing we could.
“We call London,” I answered and hurried her toward the car. “He’ll know exactly what to do.”
FORTY-FOUR
Vivienne
“I don’t know what to do.” London stared at the young woman wrapped in a bloody sheet in Tobais’ arms.
“She’s a Daughter, isn’t she?” Tobias muttered desperately. “So,” he lifted her like she was nothing, pushing her into London’s chest. “She’s all yours.”
“She’s not a goddamn sack of potatoes, for Christ’s sake,” I snapped, stepping close to brush her filthy hair from her face. “She’s a person.”
“Look, we just can’t…” Tobias licked his lips.
“Colt.” I called and glanced over my shoulder. “Can you please take her inside?”
One nod and my beautiful son moved forward, took her from Tobias, and carried her inside.
“Really, you two ought to be ashamed of yourselves.” I tutted as I turned around.
“What the hell did I do?” London muttered and pointed to Tobias. “He’s the one dropping and running.”
