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Then I make my way to the front door. I slip on the pair of flats I keep here to check the mail.

Taking one last deep breath, I place my hand on the door.

I still have a chance to change my mind. Once I open this door, I only have one shot to get away from here. He will be notified that the door opened and probably rush back here. Either that or send someone to get me.

I can’t stay though.

So I open the door.

Then I run.

I push away the crippling pain, nausea, and fear and run down the hall of the apartment complex. Down the stairs, not willing to wait for the elevator. All the way down and out the front door.

The doorman looks at me like I’m crazy, but it doesn’t matter. I see him pick the phone up. I’m sure to call William.

I don’t hesitate.

I run right out into the road to flag down the nearest taxi.

Thankfully, one stops right away, and I jump right in.

“I need to get to the Lotus MC. Do you know where that is?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Shit. Can you just drive then? Quickly.” I look out the back window.

Is anyone following us? Is he going to pull us over and drag me out of the car by my hair?

“Okay, miss.” He pulls away and drives.

My body is aching from the abuse and from running. I feel like I might puke. Hopefully I don’t though. This guy was nice enough to stop. I don’t want to ruin his taxi by throwing up in it.

After several moments, the driver looks back at me. “Do you need help? You have a large knot on the side of your head.”

I reach up, touching my temple, wincing. “That’s what I’m doing. Getting help. Do you have a phone? Maybe I can search for them?”

He considers me a moment. “These guys will help you?”

I can’t tell him I’m not sure if they will or not. If I do, he might not take me. Instead, I nod.

“Of course. They are my only chance of getting out of this.”

He nods. “Okay. I’ll take you.”

“Are you going to look the address up?” I question.

He just said he didn’t know where the MC was. Or did I imagine that?

He shakes his head. “I know where their clubhouse is. They don’t take kindly to strangers though. You better be sure.”

“I am,” I tell him.

Inside, I’m frightened. If even this man doesn’t want to drop me off, then maybe this is a bad idea. I don’t have an option anymore though.

He stays quiet as he drives through the city. Soon the lights give way to the open desert. When he finally comes to the stop, it’s not at a building. It’s at a four-way stop.

“Straight down there about a half a mile. This is as close as I’m willing to go.” He points to the right.

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