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“No. Can’t be.” My heart beginning to pound, I shook my head. “No.” I threw the cigarette to the ground only to light another while shaking my head. “Nope.”
Pops grabbed my shoulder. “Boy, he’s off the chains kind of sick—”
I shoved his hand off me. “I’m well aware.”
The tough bastard continued, “You’ve told us about scars—”
On the verge of going nuclear, I dared to ask, “Are you asking me to dig into her skin like some mad tic-tac-toe game and look for trackers?”
Vice held his chest, expression full of sympathy. “Brother, if it’s not deep, I think I can detect it to avoid all that.”
What the f— “Avoid all that?” My stomach curdled. “So, if you scan her and find something, I only have to slice her once?” My nostrils flared as I glared at each of them. “Fuck all of you.”
Dagger tried, “VP, you said it yourself. He’s coming—”
“Dag, don’t push me right now,” I warned, feeling my rebellious inner volcano starting to rumble. This territorial vibe over a woman was brand new for me. I didn’t trust the rage inside me, begging to be released, nor was I sure how long I could contain it. “No joke.”
To not be overheard by enemies, Pops said, “Boy, I know you’re feelin’ a special kinda way. And I know she’s worth it. That’s why ya need to clear that stubborn head of yours and listen to me for once in your fucking life.”
Jaw locked, I insisted, “I can’t cause her pain. There’s gotta be another way. We’ll take her to a doctor or something.”
“And lead these fucktards to someone else who’s trying to help us? Think of the clubs that have already taken us in so far.”
Again, the old bastard was right. Had we brought danger to them?
I threw my newly lit cigarette, along with the whole pack, to the ground. “Fuck.”
Dagger said, “We might be wrong. Let’s not panic yet. Let Vice scan her while she sleeps. If she’s clear, she won’t ever have to know this conversation happened.”
Having no other choice, and feeling outraged over that fact, I pointed at the fancy car and glared at my brothers. “I’m in on that kill.”
I waited for an argument, but one didn’t come.
Pops dipped his chin. “I will guard her door.”
My hands opening and closing… I faced that door.
My hands opening and closing… I finally opened it.
In the dark, Elle slept peacefully as four men surrounded her bed. I was sure to be by her head, which faced the door, in case she was startled by our sneakiness and woke. Fortunately, she had put my t-shirt back on.
On her stomach, her arms curled under the pillow that had been mine. Her long blonde hair was spread across her pillow as if some sort of mystical breeze had gracefully blown it there. She looked so stunning I had to fight the urge to crawl into bed and make love to her all over again.
Without making a sound, Vice held up the device, asking for my permission to proceed. I was grateful for him giving me that respect. What we were doing felt like an encroachment on my woman. Maybe I could sense how she would feel if there actually was a tracker implanted inside her. It would mean Lorenzo had desecrated her in every physical way possible.
With a nod that made me ill, I gave Vice the go-ahead.
I don’t think any of us breathed at all as my best friend slowly hovered his hand down the right side of Elle’s body, shoulder to hip. No lights lit up on the sensor suggesting we had an issue. Then, he moved the detector to the top of her left shoulder. Passing her shoulder blade, green lights suddenly glowed in the dark.
Four sets of eyes stared…
Jesus. H. Christ.
Chapter twenty-one
Holding Blades
Elle
