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He gave a slight nod in return, his gaze softening just a fraction, but still wary of me. “She’s under our protection. That means no one touches her again.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, a silent promise I knew he’d keep.

Turning back to Zeynep, I reached into my jacket and pulled out the small book she loved so much. “Here,” I said, placing it by her side. “I made sure to bring it.”

She gave me a tired smile, and I wanted to ask why Drago’s men did this to her, but now wasn’t the time and she couldn’t answer me anyway.

I glanced at Mystic, who gave me a single, pointed nod, saying, “She just had her pain meds, so she needs to sleep.”

“They’ll pay for what they did,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her bruised face. “Every single one of them. I’ll come back later.”

Zeynep’s lips pressed into a thin line, but there was a flicker of relief in her eyes.

Mystic stepped forward, his presence towering but not threatening. “You’re welcome to visit her, but know this, you step out of line, you’re out of here. Her care and safety come first.”

I met his gaze, fire burning in my chest. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m here to help her. That’s all that matters.”

Mystic studied me for a moment, then nodded, satisfied.

As I turned back to Zeynep, I felt the familiar burn of anger under my skin, stronger than it had ever been before. This wasn’t over. Dragon Fire had done this to her, and I wouldn’t rest until they paid for every mark, every bruise, every scar.

The only thing those sick bastards knew how to do was hurt women.

“Devil called church, and he wants you there,” Spinner said. He had been so quiet I had forgotten he was in the room.

As we walked out the door, an older woman came into the room. “I’ll be back as soon as we’re done, Brenda,” Mystic said, closing the door and shutting her inside with Zeynep.

As the door clicked shut behind us, I glanced at Spinner. “Looks like she’s got her own personal guard dog.”

Spinner smirked faintly. “And he bites.”

CHAPTER SIX

I TOOK LUCY’Sarm and led her down the hallway,that irrational fear she’d vanish clawing at me again. It was clear as day that she and Zeynep were friends. The bond they shared wasn’t something you could fake, it was plain to see.

“In here,” I said, stopping at the door to the meeting room, where all the ranking members were already seated, except for me and Mystic. I gestured to the chair beside mine. “Sit here.”

“Explain to us exactly who you are,” Devil said, not even waiting for Lucy to sit before firing off the question.

“Lucy Luck,” she said, smooth as silk and twice as cocky, her smirk daring them to challenge it. The brothers exchanged looks, clearly entertained. “Yeah, it’s real. Go ahead, run a background check, I’ll wait.”

“Oh, we will,” Devil said, nodding toward Gatsby, who was already scribbling in his ever-present notebook.

Gatsby looked up briefly, his hooded blue eyes narrowing. “Don’t worry,” he said with a slight grin, his voice deliberate and smooth, like he was narrating a crime flick. “We’ll make sure you check out squeaky clean, or not.”

Lucy’s lips twitched, but she didn’t respond to his quip. Instead, she turned her focus back to Devil.

“Why don’t you tell us how you know… what did you say her name was?” he asked.

“Her name is Zeynep,” Lucy said, meeting Devil’s scrutinizing gaze head-on. “And honestly, I don’t know her last name.” She leaned forward slightly, like she did this shit every day. “Let me save us all some time and explain how I know her and figured out she was here.”

“Talk,” Devil said with a wave of his hand, settling back in his chair. It wasn’t the first time he’d sat across from someone with secrets to spill. What the hell was Lucy’s story?

“My life is dedicated to getting trafficked people out of abusive and horrible situations,” she began, her eyes scanning the room. “I got inside the Dragon Fire MC by pretending to be a hang-around. I’d heard they were involved in some awful shit.”

“That’s dangerous,” I said, unable to keep the disbelief from my voice. “You know that, yeah?” Brave didn’t even begin to cover it.

She shrugged, unfazed, and kept going. “I met Zeynep at their clubhouse. She’s Drago’s ol’ lady.”

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