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I wink and spin on my heels, leaving the gym with my woman behind me. Fuck, I hate stepping away but I need to find this cunt who hurt her.

Toad leans against his bike that is parked outside the gym.

“You call me if you see anything.”

He looks bored but nods.

“Will do.” He salutes me and I want to snap his fucking fingers.

He is only a fucking prospect out of respect for another club member, but he won’t patch into our charter.

Me and my brothers leave with the intention of seeking the cunt out and making him pay for what he has done. I will make him bleed like the weasel pig that he is and watch as he meets his maker.

20

Skyla

Iam still pissed at Rocky and Clark a few days after the altercation with Camo, when he came to the gym to confront me on what has been happening.

I cannot believe that they went to him and the club.

When I saw him, my heart stopped in my chest. My mind whirled with what he was there for, but when he brought up my troubles, it turned my blood cold as ice. To say that I wanted to hit something or someone was an understatement.

I have ignored the guys for three days.

They hate it.

I hate it, but I needed to show them that I was so angry and hurt by what they had done. This is not what our friendship was about.

Seeing Camo hurt was also hard. He looked like death warmed over, pretty much like how I felt. Sleep has not come easy for me, and my appetite has slowly drifted away, but I know that I will find my footing again and get back to being me.

This stuff that has been happening, the attack, and Camo have taken a toll on my body, so I let it naturally happen and Iwill deal with it as it comes. Camo has been in the dreams I have been having when I do manage to fall asleep; he tells me that he loves me but can’t be with me as the club comes first, and that includes the club girls.

I wake up sweating, with my heart racing. So I climb out of bed and get on with my day. Since seeing Camo, the dreams have turned into nightmares, and I am always tied to a chair watching him have sex with different women while they laugh at me.

“When are you going to speak to us again? How long are you going to make us suffer?” Clark’s voice breaks through my thoughts.

I turn my head to look at him. He is next to me with a cleaning spray and cloth in hand. We are closing again tonight, and I have been on edge since we locked up.

True to his word, Camo has left a prospect with me at all times; tonight it is Toad again and I really do not like him. He looks at me and licks his lips. I get the feeling that he is undressing me with his eyes and it makes my skin crawl.

I sigh, looking at my best friend. He looks tired and remorseful.

“You hurt me, Clark. You knew that I did not want him involved.”

“I know. We are so fucking sorry, Skies.”

Tears fill my eyes when he uses his nickname for me that he made up years ago.

He pulls me into his arms and I settle against his body, breathing in his familiar scent. I feel his lips on my head, then he sighs.

“We know what we did was messed up, honey, but we hated that Tate couldn’t do anything. There is only so much the police can do, but the club can do more. I know that he has hurt you, but I see it, Skyla. He wants you to be his, but he is just stubborn.”

“If he wanted me, Clark, then he would have come to me sooner instead of waiting until I got hurt to show his intentions.”

“True. What do you say we finish, then lock up and stop for some ribs and wings on the way home? I have some beer and red wine in the refrigerator.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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