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I took a deep breath and pressed against the rough wall My fingers hurt froh heel Maddox was the son of one of the bikers who’d been killed He must really hate Dad, so I trusted his friendliness even less So far, I hadn’t tried to think about their revenge plan It would have only ht happen next couldhere alive or in a coffin

My pulse quickened at the realization of how close to death I was All led over my head like a Da palpable I could grasp Now Dad’s worries had manifested into reality and uarded at all tiood to prepare ers of our world Noas confronted with them with little preparation

These et hi me I’d never suffered a scar in nified even if faced with torture I wanted to do my family proud These bikers wanted to sully the name Vitiello, but I’d do my best to thwart them I had to trust that I had more of my father in me than he ever wanted for me

I didn’t have any weapons, but one Amo always said ht

Despite the bone-deep tiredness tugging atafter my club brothers had succuave up trying and spent the night on the porch, watching Marcella’s hunched shadow on the hut, sensing that she, too, kept her eyes on ht broke the peaceful silence Only a small part of the reason for my watch was to make sure none of my uncle’s men lay a hand on our captive, especially after Denver acted like a fucking anie The other reason was I wanted to find out h her, about her father The na, it seemed stupid to let the opportunity pass to find out more about the family

When the first hazy sun rays peeked over the treetops, I flipped arette into the ashtray and pushed away from the porch and headed toward the kennels Deep down, I knew I should stay the fuck away from Snow White For one, I called her Snow White and second, I couldn’t stop thinking about her

She sat atop the dog hut with her legs pulled against her chest and her chin resting on her folded arlassy and red She ht of her tears made me uncomfortable Marcella wasn’t the person I wanted to lock in a cage and put through hell She was only the bait for a er prey

Her high heel rested on the hut beside her The bucket was pushed into the corner as far from her as possible But even if she had a will of steel, her body’s needs ht The hut’s as darker where Denver’s piss had hit it

When she spotted ed, her back raht Her blouse rinkled and her pants covered in dirt, but she still ed to look like this was exactly hoas ed to look blasé and like a godda kennel

The dogs whined and juer for food But that was Gray’s job, not over froht I’d send one of the prospects over to clean everything later

I stopped in front of the cages, regarding the girl inside for a few minutes without a word Unfortunately, Marcella si her discomfort, if she felt any “Your eyes are red Did you cry?”

“My eyes are red because I fought sleep all night I won’t closeanis”

I sht off ant ballet dancer feet, rabbed her shoe I had to stifle my amusement over her insistence to keep that shoe close