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What would Roxy do? Where would she go? Would she be roped into staying in that dead-end Crew by the ones who survived him?
Would him going in guns-blazing do her or Garret any good at all?
He’d made mistakes keeping the Cold Foot Crew out of this and going rogue. This was bigger than he’d thought. It wasn’t just Garret’s Maker he was going to fight one-on-one for his revenge. It had been growing since the day he’d walked into the Rabbit Hole and begun to slowly realize what that place was. He was going to have to figure it out. “I can’t just leave her in Grave’s hands.”
Dylan yanked open the door and moved to climb into the truck, but Grit asked him something that changed everything. “Would you like back-up?”
Three large shifters with too-bright eyes filtered around Grit’s truck.
“You really hate them, don’t you?” Dylan asked.
“They’re a cancer in that town. They ruin lives. They probably ruined your lady’s life, didn’t they? Grave was never built to be an Alpha, and Leech was never meant for Second, but do I hate them? I wish. It would be easier that way.”
And Dylan understood. He’d learned enough being around Wreck’s Crew, and seeing the dynamics there that a good Alpha could bring a Crew into prosperity and improve the town around him. He could protect it. But a bad Alpha? One who hurt and maimed and Turned people against their wills. The killers who dragged down the value of a territory and made the streets less safe. The bullies, the tormentors, the true monsters of the night…Grit was right…they were a cancer to not only their territory, but to the entire shifter culture.
He thought of how he would do this, how fast he would be snuffed out against an entire Crew of bear shifters with no moral compass, and he considered Grit’s offer. Wreck wouldn’t be here for hours, but he couldn’t just sit around while Roxy was abducted by the one who, in her own words, would never stop hunting her.
The one who had stolen from her and hurt her face.
The one who was ‘too obsessed with her.’
What choice did he have than to trust this shifter and his Crew?
An enemy of his enemy was his friend, and all.
“Yeah, man,” Dylan said. “If your Crew is up for it, I could use some back-up.”
Chapter Sixteen
The police were here. The police were here!
It was seven thirty in the morning when Grave pulled them into the parking lot of the Rabbit Hole, and there were two police cruisers parked right out front.
Grave seemed unconcerned as he pointed to the big sign up front. Nick was standing under it with a long pole, replacing the letters up there. “Your name looks good up there, doesn’t it? You’re the star of the show now,” Grave told her.
A hollowness filled Roxy as she read the sign.
New Bombshell Front Stage Dancer.
Roxy the Coyote Shifter.
Discounted Lap Dances This Week Only.
Come On In and Live Out Your Wildest Fantasy
“You put my animal out there for the whole town to see what I am,” she whispered.
“You aren’t ashamed of your coyote, are you?” Leech asked from the back. “Grave gave you a gift. Act like it.”
“I’m going to make you a star, baby,” Grave said, but there was an edge to his voice that said he didn’t care about that. He just cared about her suffering. Discounted lap dances would have her running ragged with them, and at no benefit to her. Grave would take all the money she’d made. He’d said it. “Ready for your first shift, Front Stage Dancer?” Grave asked, his attention on her face.
“Now? It’s not even eight in the morning.”
“We’re open twenty-four hours a day. You know that,” Leech said.
Grave had parked and was just watching her face. Whatever he saw there painted a sadistic smile across his lips. God, she hated him. Hated every single thing about him.
Roxy checked the clock again. Only four and a half hours left to warn Dylan to get the hell away from this territory.
