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He nods before grabbing Quinn and spinning her back to the bedroom as she cries. Hannah and Carly follow her lead as the guard pushes them down the hallway and I turn back to Oliver, a roar filling my ears as I clench my teeth. He grabs a chair from the kitchen table and positions it in front of me before sinking into it with a sigh.

“Oh, Kady… What are we going to do about the little situation we’re in?”

I arch a brow, struggling against the ropes. “Are you referring to this hostage situation or something else?”

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. The club.”

“What about them?” I ask, scowling,. He pulls a gun from his waistband and lays it on his knee with his hand still on the grip. What is his deal with the club now? His beef has always been with Noah, not them so what’s changed all of the sudden?

“You see, when Noah led me to you after he was released, I started wondering how you had managed to escape from me all those years ago. I always assumed Bobby felt bad for you but then I find out that he was a devil. The club took you from me and someone has to pay for that.”

“He left them before he came looking for me. The club didn’t even know I’d gone missing until Noah got released.”

“Either way,” he growls. “They did take my new toy from me.”

I shrug, feeling protective of a woman I’ve never met. It doesn’t matter. If she’s been through anything like I went through with Oliver, she deserves my protection. “And? Are you telling me she’s what you really want?”

“No…” His voice trails off and he leans forward, brushing his thumb over my cheek as my stomach churns and I fight the urge to close my eyes. I hate when he touches me but if I look away, if I let a tear slip, he’ll know that he’s getting to me and I can’t stand the thought of that either. I’ve fought for too long and too hard to give into his tactics. Sighing, he pulls his hand back and leans back in the chair. “Which brings me to my main problem.”

I glance outside, checking for the boys but everything is quiet and I sigh as I turn back to him. “Which is?”

“You…” He smiles. “But you see, I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I’ve realized that it’s not enough to just take you back home where you belong because Henn will just keep coming for you… again and again and again.”

“So, what? You’re going to send him back to jail?”

He shakes his head, his smile growing. “No. It’s time we get rid of all distractions, don’t you think? So we can finally be together the way we’re meant to be.”

“What does that mean?” I whisper as my stomach sinks at the gleam in his eyes.

“It’s really pretty simple. Noah needs to be out of the picture… permanently. Then, you and I can finally start our life together.”

“No,” I answer, tears welling up in my eyes. “You’re going to kill him? Are you really that delusional? I don’t want you, Oliver. I never have and it doesn’t matter if you kill him. My heart will always belong to Noah.”

“First of all, you little cunt,” he hisses, losing control of his patience as he drops down to his knees in front of me and grabs my face. “I don’t give a shit what you want. I want you so I’m going to take you - it’s really as simple as that - and you can’t stop me from killing him to take what’s mine.”

I try to rip my face out of his hand but he just holds me tighter and my jaw starts to ache. “No.”

“Oh, yes. In fact, maybe I’ll take that heart of his that you’re so fond of and put it in a jar on our mantel so you can have him with you always. How does that sound, baby?”

My stomach churns and I suck in a breath to keep myself from gagging as he laughs. The motion detector goes off and he jerks away from me, turning toward the door as more bikes than I can count roll into the driveway. I smile as I turn back to him.

“It’s over for you, Oliver.”

“Biche!” Noah’s voice booms through the cabin and I turn back to the open door as he steps into view, looking downright dangerous as rage contorts his face. His gaze immediately finds mine and relief washes through me before he looks away. “Let’s end this, you son of a bitch.”

“If you don’t start doing your goddamn job, I’ll put a bullet in you,” Oliver growls to the man standing on the side of the doorway and he nods as he draws a pistol out of his belt.

“Noah, gun!” I scream just before he turns and charges outside, shutting the door behind him and cutting off my view as gunfire explodes around us like a war zone. Glass breaks in the living room and one of the girls screams from the bedroom as Oliver lifts his hand and slams the butt of his gun down on my head. My world spins as pain explodes through my body and I whimper. I glance back up at Oliver as he shakes his head.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Biche!” Noah roars again and I cry out in relief. Oh, thank God, he’s okay. “Your man is getting handcuffed as we speak. You gonna come out here and end this?”

“Looks like this is it. I’ll be sure to open the door so you can watch your boy die.”

I jerk forward, fighting against the ropes. “Think about this, Oliver. There are a lot more of them than you. You can’t win this and if you go out there now, there’s a very good chance you will get killed.”

“Aw, baby,” he whispers, grinning as he crouches down next to me and cups my cheek. “I knew you cared.”