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“English!” Snarled a rough voice from behind her and she felt a kick contact to her back shoving her forward into Nathan who groaned in fresh pain. “Don’t fucking touch her!” he roared.

Her eyes were pure hatred pivoting on her knees to stare at the man. “Go suck a dick, you,crazy fucker. How’s that for English?”

Tears clouded her vision. Despair like Luxe had never felt before tagged her from all sides. “Oh, god. I can’t leave you.” She was ill over it.

“You can and you will,” he breathed out. “Once you’re outside you don’t look back.” He told her again.

“Why did you do this? They would have let you go had you let me take the blame.”

Nathan shook his head. “You’remy queen, remember that. A man protects what is his. Go now, baby. I’ll see you soon, I swear it. I love you, Luxe. I love you,remember I love you.”

She’d never thought it possible her heart could break and soar at the same exact time.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

“Sometimes the gavel in my hand weighs too heavy. Sometimes, I hate the decisions I have to make.” - Rider.

They did let her go as Nathan told her.

Soon as Grigori informed their conversation was over, the stockier of his men wrenched her up off her knees. They exchanged dialogue in Russian she didn’t understand then the one gripping her arm tight enough to break skin dragged her away, up the staircase, through more corridors than she could keep track off and he shoved her out of an emergency exit, smirking a slew of Russian at her that she surmised was nothing good from the lecherous way the pig looked her up and down before he slammed the door shut.

With Nathan, still inside.

Oh, god, her heart was smashed to pieces.

What could she do?

Luxe had been too stubborn and cemented in her convictions for far too long, torn between storming back inside and...what? Getting her man killed for it? And doing as he requested from her by taking the message to Rider. Almost doubled over with a silent scream Luxe rested her hands to her knees. Were they watching from inside? Was the place under surveillance? It looked like nothing, a building you wouldn’t even look twice at if you were to drive by. A perfect place to kill someone.

Bile poured up from her belly.Please be okay, Nathan. This was just fucking bullshit. She had no cell phone, no pocket change and the man she cared for was inside incapacitated and alone with madmen.

She kicked the concrete wall. Then did it again. Frustration in her every muscle. But she had to do this. Looking around, indexing other buildings to recognize, she set off running.

The chill of the night air bit at her bare legs, if any cab were to stop for her she’d probably frighten the man to death, what with the blood staining the front of her shirt and hands.

Hazarding a guess at the time, it was still midnight black, she just kept on running.

Until thank god, she recognized a gas station.

She ran.

She ran.

Her feet burned and she didn’t stop.

There was the seven-eleven store.

And the truck stop.

It was on the long patch of bare deserted road, pitch black, that she felt the clutch of fear.

Oh, not for herself, she’d become numb to everything but the fear of what was happening to Nathan.

Tired, she had to stop, her lungs were on fire, she hated exercise with a passion, her Mimi would say this was payback for all the times she refused to go dancing with her.

Even though she felt sick and dizzy with fatigue she continued and then she saw it, sometime later, god it felt like weeks, as though she was the only women left in the world, the high intimidating gates locking off the MC compound came in sight. It somehow gave her a surge of adrenalin, powering her weak legs.

Nathan. Please be alright.

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