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Xander’s continuing, “She’s got so bad, she’s terrified to go anywhere on her fucking own. She goes to work, but I make sure she gets there and back safely. If I can’t do it because of my shifts, another dungeon monitor who I trust, steps in for me. When she needs to get groceries, she waits for me to get home.”

“So this Flint’s still a problem.”

His face says yes, and his next words chill me. “My fear is that Flint’s behaviour will escalate. He must know by now he’s banned from other clubs, and he blames her. If he gets hold of her…”

“She’s in danger? Why the hell hasn’t she gone to the cops?”

“As I’ve said, there’s been no threat, no basis for him to be arrested. Even the phone calls are innocent enquiries as to how she’s doing. Flint could say he was a caring Dom wanting to check up on her.”

“But he’s not.”

“He’s not. For her to heal, he’s got to get out of her life.”

“And what have you fuckin’ done about that? You say you care about her, why haven’t you taken him out?”

Xander takes a deep breath. “I called him, told him to back off. He denied he was doing anything wrong. He said she was imagining things.”

“And you left it at that?”

For a moment his eyes close, then he opens them and flexes his hands. “It’s not enough, I know that. I’m a heart surgeon, these,” he opens his palms, “these are my tools. I save lives, I don’t take them. If he approached her while I was there, I’d see him off, and never mind the damage, but he’s too clever for that. So I stay by her side, keep her safe. It’s all I can do. I’m hoping in time he’ll give up and stop. In the meantime I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.”

Drummer’s staring at Xander. His eyes narrow, and I wonder, if like me, he wonders why Xander hasn’t stepped up. But he’s a civilian. He might take on this Flint if there was a confrontation, but wouldn’t start something, wouldn’t approach a man from his rear. Unlike us, who don’t play by the rules.

After a moment Drummer slams his fist on the table. “Sounds like a job for us, Brother.”

It does. I’m just wondering why the fuck it’s taken so long for Amy to ask for our help.

Then I remember, she didn’t. It had taken her Dom to stand up for her.

Xander looks from me to Drummer, then, gives a sharp nod. If I could read his thoughts, I’d say he looked relieved.

Chapter Five

Amy

When I’d left Dad, Drummer and Xander, I hadn’t gone to the kitchen as I’d said, fleeing up to the suite instead. I’d paced from side to side, and as the minutes passed and my protector hadn’t reappeared, I realised Dad wouldn’t have let him go without interrogating him.

Will Xander tell him my secrets?

I know how the Satan’s Devils can be. While I doubt they’d use force to get Xander to talk, they won’t make it easy for him to refuse. Xander himself thinks they should know. Of course, he can’t see anything wrong with our chosen lifestyle, and being a good Dom, is hot on honesty and communication. Hence, his view I should come clean with my dad.

But what woman wants her father to know she’s into kink?

He could just say I was raped.

But that’s misleading. Facts are, I was there. Until it went wrong, I was an active participant. If I hadn’t gone to a BDSM club, it would never have happened.It shouldn’t have happened there.

What will Dad say?

It shouldn’t matter. I’m an adult. I can do what I want. But what child wants to disappoint the people they’re loved by?

Will Xander calm him down? Or will Dad try and find Flint?That’s the other reason I didn’t want to tell him, worried that he’d take matters into his own hands.What if Dad gets arrested?

I realise I’m going crazy just waiting here, and to keep up appearances should go down to the clubhouse. It’s Christmas morning, and everyone else will be there. But do I still need to pretend I’m okay?

I stand stock still in the centre of the room as I consider the question. Dad will have got as much out of Xander as possible and maybe Drummer’s heard too, he always made sure he knew everything that was going on. But will they be so ashamed they won’t want anyone else to know? Or do I? Dad’s bad enough, but the whole club?

I’ve grown up with these men, know what they’re like, know their sense of humour only too well. It’s that that decides me. I definitely don’t want to be the butt of any jokes about being tied up or flogged, which I’d risk if they all found out.

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