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When he reaches in, I start to slap, hit, and punch. I scream. I do everything to cause a scene. But that’s when something sharp hits my leg.

I gasp and look down.

A needle.

“Oh shit,” I muster.

I feel something surge through my body before my head feels so heavy, I can’t hold it up with my neck.

“There we go,” he says from far, far away. “Let’s get out of here.”

And my bright, sunny, happily ever after…

… goes dark.

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HELL

Rocco

Hell.

I thought I’d been there fifteen years ago when I saw my father kill my mother.

Then the universe decided to up its game when I had to sit on the stand across from him and recount what I saw.

I even made a quick trip the day the MC decided to take back their tat with a blow torch.

At least I thought those days were hell.

It has nothing on today.

Today is a dark fiery pit of flames.

And I’m burning from the inside out.

Teagan’s car is surrounded by police units. They were already swarming the place when I got here. I didn’t know exactly where she was, but I had an idea. It wasn’t hard to find the exact location since a handful of calls came into nine-one-one at the same time. They all reported the same thing.

Teagan’s car was hit from behind and then the side. That was right before a man pried her door open and dragged a limp woman from the car.

A man tried to stop him, but it seems Rodney Monroe is just as savage as ever.

From witness accounts, he threw Teagan in a car like a rag doll and tried to run over the man trying to save her.

And no tags.

No fucking tags.

Just a make and a model that’s too common, but it does have a busted front end.

“The lieutenant briefed me. Units are canvassing the area. They’re checking the closest street cameras too,” Brax says. His expression is grave. He was the first person I called after nine-one-one. Micah, King, and Brax showed up almost at the same time.

But Tim…

I couldn’t call him. I made Brax do it.

His daughter was hurt and taken.

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