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“You have a wife,” I whisper. “Leave me alone. Please,” I plead with him.

My back is pressing against the wall even though he is no longer holding me to it. I still feel trapped by him.

“Fucking my wife is sticking my cock into an overused dry piece of piping. Unlike you, baby.” He brings his hand up cupping my cheek, and I flinch away but his fingers tighten. “You took my cock so well, and you were always so tight for me. Fuck, I need that again, or these pouty lips wrapped around my dick.I wonder what your boyfriend would say about that.” He hums, moving his head closer.

Before he makes contact, someone calls my name.

“Out here,” I call out, praying that Logan comes to help me.

Christopher steps back; he looks to the door then back to me, and his grin widens.

“I will be seeing you and that boy soon, sweetheart.” He gently slaps my cheek twice before darting down the alley and out of sight. The door swings open and my body sags seeing Logan.

“Lil, what happened, are you okay?” He rushes to me, as he scans the area.

“I need Jack now.”

With a nod, his arm slips around my shoulders and he leads me back inside, still checking for any danger.

“What happened?”

“My ex,” is all I say.

He mutters a curse, and leads me through the shop, collecting my purse as we go. He digs through my purse for the keys to lock up, the other prospect meeting us at the door with a frown on his face.

“Why does she look freaked out?” he asks, stepping close to guard me.

“Her fucking ex turned up. Cornered her out back,” Logan states.

“How? I have been patrolling front and back, I never saw anyone.” He looks pissed that Christopher got past him.

“No clue, man, but we need to get her to Jack now,” Logan informs him.

He replies with a nod and they both guide me to the truck and help me inside.

On the drive to the clubhouse, I try to calm my rapidly beating heart, but I fail.

Dominic’s face flashes through my mind. The sweet innocent boy being used by a man like my ex makes my stomach turn queasy. He is a vile human being for what he is doing. How can a person who swore to serve and protect the people turn around and use them for his own gain?

It makes me sick to my stomach thinking that I was planning on marrying this man, having children with him. I cannot fathom what he would have been like as a father to our children. I shiver in disgust at the thought.

The idea of him using Dominic hurts my heart. I know that he would never say anything against his father or his family. The club is his life, even at a young age, Dominic Masters lives and breathes the Rugged Skulls.

What I have been saying since the start is that I am bringing this drama to the club, to Jack and his family. I can’t let that happen, and leaving is the best option to keep them all safe. Knowing Christopher is like a dog with a bone, he will not give up until he wins.

With my mind made up about leaving, I settle back into the seat and think about whether I am going to tell Jack, or if it would be better to just leave, then let him know that I am safe for now and I will come back to town when Christopher has moved on from his stupid ideology that I am his.

To keep Jack, Dominic, and the club safe, I need to leave. It is that simple.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JACK

I toss the rag onto the floor and step back from my bike.

She is shining in the sun, looking fucking sexy as hell. Most brothers have a prospect to clean their bikes, but I am super fussy when it comes to mine. I hate anyone else touching her.

We were always taught to use the prospects for shitty things around the club, because they have to learn how the club works. Pres has to see if they are loyal and will not piss and moan about what they are asked to do.

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