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He grabs my arm and I scream, terror and adrenaline fill my body. My flight or fight reaction kicks in and I flail my arms as he tries to get hold of me again. The sound of the door slamming open and hitting the wall makes us both stop and turn.

A man I’ve never seen before barrels into the room. Wait, I have seen him before. It’s the man outside the apartment who Sin almost crashed into. Caleb lets out a shriek and grabs onto me from behind. He holds me in front of him, like some kind of human shield.

Absolute asshole. No matter how hard I struggle, his grip only tightens. When I look over at the other man, my body locks up. He has a knife.

“You can’t fucking run from me Dexter,” the man snarls. “If I have to go through her to get to you, do you think I won’t?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Caleb yells. “I didn’t know they were following me when we met, I swear. I didn’t lead them to you.”

“The only way they could have found me was through you. You never should have fucking called me,” he yells. “You knew what you were supposed to do, and you couldn’t even get that right, you fucking prick.”

I stand between them not knowing which way to move. The man with the knife is blocking the exit, and the wall behind Caleb backs onto next doors apartment. The hall to the bedrooms and bathroom is behind the stranger.

I’m too scared to speak. The man with the knife is snarling, sweat pouring down his face. It looks like he is high on something.

Garrett didn’t trust Caleb. He told me to stay away from him. The way he glared at him every time he saw him. I thought it was some weird jealousy thing. Nothing they’re saying makes any sense, but it’s bad.

“I never spoke to anyone!” Caleb yells from behind me. “Oh God,” he starts rambling and begging behind me. Saying he never should have got involved, that it wasn’t worth the money.

“I have the whole MC up my ass, you little shit,” the other man snarls, spit flying from his mouth. “If I go down, you’re going down with me.”

“Please don’t. Take her, she’s with-”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” The man lunges before Caleb can say anything else about me.

Caleb shoves me toward him. I raise my arms to protect myself, ready to fight this fucker if I have to.

It’s like he doesn’t see me, he shoves me out of the way to get to Caleb. I spin around, my arms flying out to try to stop the fall. My back hits the wall, my head follows with a hard crack and I cry out in pain.

The two men collide, falling into my coffee table. It breaks beneath their combined weight. They’re both yelling as they struggle to get the upper hand.

I’m not getting in the middle of this. I turn to run. I need to get to a neighbor to call the police, if they haven’t already heard all the screaming and yelling.

My escape is thwarted when I run straight into a man’s chest. He smells like leather and pine. I open my mouth to scream until I look up and meet his gaze. My lips close as I recognize this man too. My eyes flick to the patch on his leather vest. President.

It’s the man from Blackhawk Ink. Phoenix’s brother.

He moves me behind him without a word and another two men come into my apartment. What the fuck is happening? A sharp pain shoots through my head and my knees start to buckle.

“This is Ghost’s woman,” the President says, holding me up. “Get her out of here.” Then he wades into the fray of the two men fighting on the broken pieces of my coffee table.

Ghost’s woman. What?

Someone grabs my arm and pulls me back. It’s another man in leather. There are now four men I don’t know in my home. These bikers should be the ones scaring me. But they aren’t. They’re here to help.

“Come on,” the man holding me says. When I struggle against him, the world spins a little. The pain in my head is almost blinding. “Fuck, it’s okay, yeah. We met, remember? Kind of,” the man holding me says.

More cursing and thumping comes from behind me. The two men are pulled away from each other. One of the bikers’ punchesCaleb in the face. He drops like a sack of shit, out cold. Phoenix’s brother has the other man against the wall, the knife he was waving around is now in the biker’s hand and he presses it against his throat.

I let out another scream. The man beside me covers my mouth with his hand and tries to drag me away. I don’t care who any of these people are, I have got to get away from them.

Before I can struggle any further, the man is ripped away from me. I stumble and almost fall. Then more hands are grabbing at me. I bat out my arms to defend myself.

“Calli!”

My head snaps up. Garrett pulls me against him. I fall into his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. The familiar scent of him settles me in a way I never knew something so simple could.

Phoenix enters the room and looks around. “Holy shit,” he mutters.

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