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“Nope. I want to enjoy this dance without one of you feeling me up,” I laugh, resting my head back on his chest.

“Not much chance of that Cupcake. I’m over here like a man desperate for water in the desert.”

“Behave. You can feel me up once we’re home.”

“Deal and you can give me that bite mark…” he trails off, narrowing his eyes at something behind me.

“What?” I ask, turning around in his arms to see what he’s so worked up about.

A tall man stands at the guy's table, his expensive-looking suit standing out even as we are surrounded by people with money.

“Who is that?” I ask.

“I need you to listen to me Cupcake. To every single word I tell you,” Dominic demands seriously.

“Dominic, what is going on?”

“Go out of the door beside the bar. Your dad has the place surrounded by his men, so you’ll be safe, but you need to leave here. Now.”

“Dominic! Who is he?!” I ask him, my voice filled with panic when I see his eyes darken, his knife already in his hand.

“That is Jane’s new husband Mr. Wedgewood. You need to leave because there’s no doubt that he’s here for you.”

“Fuck.”

“Exactly. Now go, I’ll be out as soon as I can. Find the guards and stay with them until we can get to you. Do you hear me?” He orders me, kissing me hard.

“I hear you.”

“I love you. Now go.”

“I love you too,” I say, quickly making my way to the door Dominic pointed out without being seen.

The cold air hits my face as I open the heavy door, darkness surrounds the building making it hard to see anything.

Desperation claws at my throat as I scratch at my wrist. I want nothing more than to run back inside to my men, desperate for them to protect me.

Out here I feel isolated, trapped.

Chapter 37

Autumn

‘A Storm is Coming – Liv Ash & Tommee Profitt’

“Iknew you would run,” Jane’s slurred voice sounds from behind me. She bares her teeth at me when I turn to face her not wanting to have my back to her.

I know what she’s like when she’s this drunk. Striking like a viper when she thinks I’m least expecting it.

She won’t get the satisfaction tonight though; I’ve been preparing for this moment for weeks.

While she’s been quiet, planning her next move on me I’ve been training with Zander and Atlas.

Fear still tries to take hold, old habits hard to break as I stare at my abuser because that’s all she is.

Not a mother, no she doesn’t get to be graced with that title. She has only ever inflicted pain on me, not always by her hand either.

“What do you want Jane?” I ask her, my voice surprisingly steady.

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