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“Are you done with Meg?” Feral asked.

Alicia nodded. “Sure. I know there are things you want to discuss with your old lady.”

Meg hissed. “You’re a traitor, bitch. You better watch your back.” A scream tore from her throat when Feral threw her over his shoulder.

As weird as it sounded to him in his head, that was what he wanted with Emily.

Everyone turned back when Emily moaned.

Hawk got her attention. “Alicia, when I found Emily, her jeans were down around her knees.” Kristina cried out.

“Fuck,” Alicia said. “Did you see any blood or fluid?”

“None.”

“Let’s hope they didn’t get a chance to rape her. I don’t think there was enough time, was there?” Alicia asked.

Striker was holding Kristina in the corner, and he could hear the woman crying and Striker murmuring to her. He would pay better attention to the couples because he thought he’d be able to learn a lot just by watching them.

He turned back to see Alicia sitting next to Emily’s hip and asking her questions. Kristina came to kneel beside them and held Emily’s hand.

“What happened?” Alicia asked Emily.

Emily blinked a few times. “I don’t know. Where am I?”

“You’re in Striker’s office, hun,” Kristina said.

“Oh.” Emily reached for her forehead, and Alicia grabbed her hand.

“Don’t touch it. I have butterfly bandages on it. It’s deep enough that I think we should go in for stitches.”

“If there’s a threat against her, I’d rather have her stay home,” Striker said. “The way you closed it will heal quickly and only leave a small scar.”

“I don’t want to go to the doctor. I know you’ll take care of me,” Emily said.

Every word seemed to hit Hawk in his gut. This woman he was going to make his own had been attacked and hurt. The rage of that alone was enough to make his jaw ache because his teeth were clenched so much. Seeing her hurt made him feel a fury he had never known before.

When he found out who did this, he’d make them pay dearly before he killed them. They’d regret ever touching her.

Chapter Twelve

Alicia went over the symptoms of a concussion with her, and they determined besides a headache and little nausea, she was okay.

“Let’s sit you up. I want to check and see if you’re dizzy and if it makes your nausea worse.”

Kristina and Alicia helped her to sit and lean back against the sofa.

“Any dizziness, double vision?” Alicia asked.

“No.”

Emily’s head felt like it was about ready to explode. “Can I take some Tylenol?”

“Yes. We can give you that every four hours for the first twenty-four hours and then go to Advil or Aleve, which will help.”

“Can you remember anything about the attack?” Striker asked.

Emily looked up to see several people in the room with them. When her eyes met Hawk’s, she instantly lowered them.

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