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In hindsight, it was a stupid move. So I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that the man went from flirting to furious in a second.

“Apologize, bitch!” He grabbed my wrist, twisting it tightly.

“Let go of me!”

Trigger must have thought he better step in, as I saw him move out of the corner of my eye.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” he snarled in my ear and pulled me forcefully into his chest. I was sure my wrist was inches from snapping in half. Then just at the man went to unzip his jeans, his grip on my hand was ripped away.

I thought it had been Trigger; I was wrong. Reaper sent one punch into the guy’s jaw and another into his stomach, causing him to hunch over. Gasping, I took a few steps back, trying to get out of the way before I ended up in the way of one of his swings.

Reaper didn’t look furious. He was controlled, which for some reason was more terrifying.

I cradled my wrist in one hand while tears threatened to spill. It was throbbing, and it was a sinister type of pain. I didn’t want them to see me cry, so I turned quickly and ran out while cradling my wrist. I was wiping away tears when I ran into Brad at the top of the stairs.

“Holy shit, Abby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just please move.” I went to sidestep him, but he only blocked me off.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

I shook my head, letting the tears run down my cheek. “Please Brad, move.”

His eyes were glued on my wrist. “Come on, let me take you to get that looked at.”

“I just want to go to my room!” I stomped my foot. Why did everyone think it was ok to try and stop me from what I wanted to do?

“Abby. It looks broken.” His voice softened. “Let me take you to go get it looked at?”

I couldn’t go back through the bar. I didn’t want Kade to see me like this. I didn’t want Dad to see me like this either because I was sure I would get an‘I told you so.’

Glaring down at the carpet. “I can’t go back through the bar.”

“Fine, we will go out the side exit.” He didn’t question as to why, and I was grateful. So I followed Brad back down the stairs, crying and holding my wrist.

Chapter31

Abby

I knew I never had the best luck, but this, well, this just sucked! I stared down at the white cast on my wrist. This was the most unattractive thing I had ever seen.

“Now come back in about six weeks, and we can have a look to see if it is ready to come off.” The doctor finished writing a prescription and handed it to me. “These painkillers do cause drowsiness, so best not to drive while taking them.”

I nodded my head, feeling very sorry for myself.

“Now miss, before I let you go.” The doctor went and pulled the curtain around the bed. “I want to ask you one more time, how did this happen?”

He wasn’t buying my ‘I fell’ story. It most likely didn’t help my case either that a large, overbearing tattooed monster called Brad brought me in.

“My wrist breaking was my fault. No one else’s.” And I wasn’t lying; it was my fault. I shouldn’t have walked around the club in my gym clothes. I should have taken my dad’s advice. It was my fault I was here.

He frowned and while he nodded his head, accepting my answer, I knew he hadn’t believed it.

“Well, then you are free to go.” He pulled the curtain back, and I gathered my things off the bed.

“Thanks, doc.”

I took another look at the hideous cast on my arm. God, I looked like I was back in primary school. Walking out into the waiting room, I spotted Brad immediately. Just his appearance made him easy to spot, but what had made it easier was the way everyone was leaving the seats next to him empty.

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