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Not a hug exactly, more like he's shielding me with his body from threats that might be anywhere.
His hand rests on his weapon. "We need to move. Now." He guides me back to the bike. "They're getting bold. Making threats in broad daylight. Means they're either desperate or confident. Neither's good."
"What do we do?"
"We get you behind the gates. Then we go hunting." He helps me onto the bike, and I catch the promise in his voice. "They want to threaten what's mine? They'll learn why that's a mistake."
What's mine. He keeps saying that. Like I belong to him. Like there's no question.
Maybe there isn't anymore.
"Hold on," he says. "This is going to be fast."
He wasn't lying.
We fly through traffic, weaving between cars, taking turns that make my stomach drop.
But I don't care.
I press closer to him, arms tight around his waist, feeling the controlled tension in his body.
He's ready for war, ready to kill anyone who tries to stop us.
We screech into the Raiders' compound twenty minutes later. The gates close behind us with finality.
Home. Safe. Except, I don't feel safe anywhere now.
Oskar helps me off the bike.
His hands stay on my waist, grounding me.
I can see members already moving around, like everyone is on high alert since we’re back.
"We're going to find them," he says quietly. "Every last one who's threatening you. And I'm going to kill them."
The crazy thing is, I believe him.
The monster's awake now.
And he's mine.
CHAPTER FOUR
Oskar
The clubhouse is more chaotic than normal when we walk in through the doors.
Elfe's parents are on us before the door closes.
Starla pulls her daughter into a crushing hug while Ivar's eyes burn holes in me.
"Where the fuck were you?" Ivar's voice is controlled. Barely. "You disappeared with my daughter for fourteen hours."
"She was safe."
"That's not an answer."
I’m really not in the mood for his shit attitude today. "It's the only one you're getting."
