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Here are the clothes you wanted. This is gonna cost you, Jett, and if I see any of my designer pieces on those fucking stupid club whores parading around your clubhouse, I’m filing for divorce.

Also, I took your other credit card.

M.

XOX

Jesus Christ. No wonder Prez has been looking for affection elsewhere. Mia is a fuckin’ head case. Indie reads the note over my shoulder before I can crumple it up.

“Wow, she sounds delightful. I’m suddenly really glad we’re going to be alone,” she says, and then her face heats and she moves away from me.

“They should fit you. If they don’t, then we’re kinda fucked, ’cause I only brought the one pair of jeans with me and a couple T-shirts.”

I tell her to stay put and decide to sweep the house. Kind of pointless really, seeing as if anyone had broken in since Mia left, we’d be deafened by the alarm, but it might help Indie feel better, and I sure as shit would feel better knowing some arsehole wasn’t gonna jump me and blow a hole through my head.

The house is huge, and the whole sweep takes me a good ten minutes. By the time I come back, Indie’s changed into a pair of dark-blue jeans that hug her arse so tightly that all the blood rushes right to my cock. I lean against the breakfast bar, trying to cover my hard-on from view. Normally I’d revel in that shit, but this situation is anything but normal. If I wasn’t concerned for her safety, I might consider a trip to the bathroom to beat one out. I doubt that would make her feel any more comfortable than me whipping it out right here. Instead, I lean into the cold marble and will my dick to settle the fuck down. It’s gonna be a long couple of days.

I pull a cold beer from the fridge and turn to Indie as the other bikes finally pull in the drive. “You want one?”

She shakes her head and glances out through the large glass front door at my brothers. “I thought you said it was just going to be the five of us?”

“It is. The others will head back to the clubhouse later.”

She nods and collects the box of clothing Mia left for her. “I’m just going to take these upstairs.”

“Okay.” I turn back to the fridge and take out several more beers for my brothers. “Well, when you’re done, come back down, and we’ll talk about the—” I turn to face her and shake my head, realising that she’s already gone, and I’m left standing here talking to my fucking self.

Yeah. It’s gonna be a very long couple of days.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

KICK

TWO YEARS AGO

Ienter the room and slam my fist against the door the second I see her huddling into the wall. She’s as naked as she was in the club lounge, only now—two days later—she’s covered head to toe in bruises. I take several hulking steps forward and grab her shoulders, lifting her up and shaking her.

“You stupid bitch,” I hiss. “I told you to play fuckin’ nice, didn’t I? I told you I would get you out of this.”

Tank’s arm shoots out, squeezing my shoulder until I release her. “Easy, brother, keep your shit together, or I’m gonna throw you outta here myself.”

“I saw a chance; I took it,” she mutters. “It didn’t pay off the way I thought it would.”

“No, it fuckin’ didn’t, did it?”

Tears pool in her eyes. “Why would you try to help me?”

“’Cause you can’t seem to fuckin’ help yourself,” I snap back, and then let out a deep exhalation. “We need to get you out of here.”

“You can’t take her out now, brother. Prez will be back soon, and if we leave the damn compound with her in tow, they’re gonna know about it.”

“I gotta get her outta here.”

“That’s not why I brought you down here, man.”

“This is the only time to do it. If Slayer doesn’t come through, she’s as good as dead. You’ve seen what they did to her.”

“Yeah, and you know what they’re gonna do to us if they find out we let her go.”

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