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Yeah, maybe I have that. We will see what happens when we get to wherever we are going. Maybe Tyson and his friends will explain.

I have been with men before, but none of them have made me feel like this.

It has to be the shit I just went through, this could pass in a day or two.

Fuck, why did this happen to me? I am not a bad person.

Tears start again, making my cheeks sting in the wind, but I let them fall. A sob breaks from me when Tyson’s hand lands on my bare thigh again, his thumb brushing the skin, like he knew I needed the comfort.

I squeeze my eyes closed and try to bury the things that monster said he was going to do to me. My body still feels his punches and slaps, he loved slapping my skin, his handprint made his happy, delirious even.

I shudder, hugging Tyson tighter, pressing my face into his back more, needing him close.

Fuck, I need a shower a millions times to wash that fuck off me, and eat. My stomach is curling into a shriveled prune with how empty it is.

The bike slows, my eyes pop open but I do not move off Tyson. I see bikes lined along a black brick wall, lights that line the open space.

We come to a stop, and I finally lift my body away from his and take in the space around me. A garage is over to the right, and more bikes and cars. On the wall is a huge ass logo of a Grim Reaper with the words Reaper’s Order MC.

Well fuck, I am about to be taken into the lion’s den, the one the girls from work warned me about.

CHAPTER THREE

Tyson

Kristina climbs off the back of my bike, her hand on mine.

My gaze moves over her body, taking in the dirt covering her skin, cuts that were deep enough to bleed, and red marks mixed with bruises.

My Reaper is itching at my skin to meet her face to face. But I hold him back for now, his time will come but we need her to be comfortable and trust us.

“Come on, baby. Doc is waiting.”

“I need a shower?” her voice is stronger now, not as weak as it was back where I found her.

“You will.” I nod. “Once Doc checks you out.”

She studies me briefly before she nods.

“No one will hurt you here, you get me?” another nod. “These men are my brothers not by blood, but by chance and loyalty. I trust them with my life, and now yours.”

She frowns at my words, making me chuckle.

“Come on, you will find out soon.”

Slipping my hand around her waist, I keep her close, because touching her is soothing my Reaper. Kristina is slim, tall, taller than most women, but she fits me perfectly. Her blond hair is matted and dirty, thanks to that cunt Harlan, but I have no doubt she will be a stunner once she is clean.

Stepping inside, I see that my brothers are already celebrating the win. Music pulses through the speakers, drinks are flowing and the club girls are dancing and helping some of the man relive some tension.

Kristina gasps, taking it all in. I watch her watching the room, seeing how she will react. She is my mate, someone Fate decided was perfect to fit my black heart, and tinted soul. If she accepts the bond between us, she will age slow and have no human ailments.

Her souls will reignite mine, and let me feel emptions I did as a human, but I will still be a demon, and keep doing my job.

“It is like the place I work but without the open-air porno.” She mutters.

I bark out a laughter, my arm tightening around her.

“The Reaper’s Order work hard and party harder, baby. You will get used to it.” I wink down at her, making her frown again.