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Skull hisses as he backs up to allow the caress but does not look thrilled by the action.

Fabien leaves with Cowboy on his heels while me and Kai stay with Leah and Skull.

“Mmmm,” Leah groans as Skull cleans her neck up a few minutes later.

“Hey, Cher. Try not to move.” Kai whispers to her.

“CHARLOTTE,” the scream sounds like it’s wrenched from the bottom of her soul.

Her eyes fly open with terror, and Skull holds her down.

“Let her go. I got it.” I cradle her face in my hands and wait until her eyes focus on me.

“You’re safe. She’s gone.” I nod slowly at her.

“Safe?” she whispers, and I wipe away a tear that has escaped her lashes.

“We all are.” She stares at me and then glances to both sides.

She frowns and then starts to shake.

“FABIEN!” Kai shoves into our little circle and yells over her.

“He’s fine, Baby. Just downstairs. He’ll be back soon. Do you want me to go get him?” She calms slightly and nods.

“Ok,” he brushes his lips across her temple, careful to avoid her new stitches.

“She can’t be left alone. She can rest, but wake her every other hour. I’ll leave pain meds if she wants them.” Skull taps my leg as he stands.

“Thank you.” Now that the bed is empty of all the men, I gather her in my arms and snuggle up against the headboard.

Leah doesn’t object as I move her to lie on my chest. In fact, she holds me tighter as we move to get comfortable.

“How’s your head?” I whisper as the door closes behind Skull, leaving us alone in the room.

“Bruised, sore. Like a train hit me.” I chuckle softly as I gently move her hair from her wound.

“You scared the shit out of us.” I mummer.

“Sorry,” her voice slurs.

“Leah?”

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

SEER

Blaze has Charlotte handcuffed to a chair in my office when I get downstairs. She’s still unconscious and sporting a black eye where Phoebe decked her.

“What should we do with her, Prez?” Mayhem asks from his stance up against the wall.

As the club’s SAA, he’s in charge of security and all the enforcers. Jester is standing next to him with his arms crossed. Our jovial pilot looks off with a scowl on his face.

“I don’t like treating women like this, but this bitch had a knife to Leah’s neck. She could have,” I curse, not wanting to finish the statement.

She could have killed her.

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