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He cups my jaw, and I wince when his thumb touches my cheek.

“That fucking bastard. Are you hurt anywhere else?” Shaking my head, I take in his handsome face.

Reaching up, I touch around the cut above his eye, making him wince.

“He got a hit on you,” I state.

“Fucker hit me with a fucking ab roller, can you believe that shit? Pussy bitch,” he snaps.

I can’t stop the giggle that slips free at the fact that this supposed badass man came in here to intimidate us and hit my bestie with a plastic ab roller.

“We need to call Tate. You need to press charges, babe.”

Shaking my head, I point to the cameras that we have here for both our protection and the members.

“Their faces were covered, so there will be no proof of who they were.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands resting on his hips.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I will call Tate; can you call your guy from that construction company and see if he can board up the doors for now and see if he can measure and order us a new door, please?”

He steps to me, pulling me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.

“On it, babe. Love you, Skies.”

“Love you too, Clarky.”

I watch as he walks off to get his phone to make the call, while I walk back to the office to make my own phone call. My body aches, and it feels like I have gone ten rounds with Ronda Rousey.

Stopping at the mirror in the office, I wince seeing the little cuts on my arms and shoulder, and neck. They look like they do not need stitches, but blood drips down my skin.

Reaching for a first aid kit, I clean myself up and call Tate.

Once I am off the phone with a very angry police officer and friend, I call Rocky to let him know what happened here tonight, and of course, he ends his date to come to help us. Eva will come here with Tate, so I know she is safe.

Picking up my phone again, my finger hovers over Camo’s name. The need to call him and ask him to come here and hold me floods my blood, but my head wins out and I lock my phone. Closing my eyes, I sink back into my chair and let some tears fall, the fright finally settling in my soul, showing me that at any time I can be hurt, and this time, it had nothing to do with the club.

I just wish that Camo could see what I see. Danger is around every corner and there is nothing we can do to stop it.

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Camo

My head throbs and my body aches, so I sip more amber liquid to soothe the pain away.

Since I walked away from Skyla, my body has decided to fucking hate me. Winger and Thorin informed me that it was my soul letting me know that letting Skyla go was the wrong move.

Twisting my neck, I try to make it crack to ease some of the tension that has taken up residence for the last few weeks.

As I like to torture myself, I have driven past her gym and home, hoping for the chance to see her, to see if she is suffering as much as I am. When I saw her, she was leaving the gym with Eva, and they were smiling but I could see the dark circles under her eyes, showing she was having trouble sleeping.

Fuck.

With the time and distance between us, I have had time to think about our time together until I fucked it all to hell and back.

If I have any chance of getting back into her life, in her body, then I am going to have to fucking grovel and I never beg for fucking anything. I am just not sure I can keep away from her.

So, I am going to have to man the hell up and make it work.

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