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I couldn’t even rasp out her name. She lay deathly still, and through the dim light I couldn’t see if her chest moved.

A tear spilled over and ran down my cheek.

The man leaned in and licked it.

My legs went weak, and I started up a new round of thrashing. The feel of his wet tongue against my skin was repulsive and terrifying all at once.

His grip tightened until I stopped.

“You’re William Reed’s daughter. Nod if you are.”

I jerked my head.

“Fuck.” His gaze rolled back to Fawn and rested on her lifeless body. For too long, it stayed there, staring at her unmoving body with relentless attention.

His grip on my neck loosened enough for me to speak. “Please help her.”

He didn’t respond.

“You’re not one of William’s guys, are you?”

He snapped his head around to stare at me. “What do you think?”

A chill rolled down my spine. “Eddie?”

“She’s talked about me, then? What did she say? Fucking slut thought she could leave me, but I told her. I told her she couldn’t!” He narrowed his eyes. “You let her do this. You encouraged her.”

I shook my head. “No… I just gave her somewhere to live and work.”

“You turned her into a ho. Up on that filthy stage, taking her clothes off for men who aren’t me. She was pure and innocent until she met you.” He shoved me roughly toward the hallway, and though getting out of the room had been my initial goal, I now wanted the complete opposite.

I wouldn’t leave Fawn.

“She’s hurt,” I screamed as he shoved me again. “She needs help. She could die, Eddie! I know that’s not what you want.”

He got right up in my face, until his breath washed over my mouth. “I’m the only thing she needs, bitch. Not you and your filthy club. You’re just a fucking liability. Especially now that I know you’re the politician’s daughter. I should have just taken you out right then and there, on the porch of that shack she’s been living in. It’s not fit for her. She deserves better.”

He shoved me again, hard enough I couldn’t keep my footing. I met the floor, sharp pain shooting up through my hands and arms which broke my fall. His fingers twisted in my hair and yanked my head back hard.

At the end of the hall, a woman watched TV, completely uninterested in what was happening. But another man watched on silently. He stepped forward, producing a balaclava. All I saw was a flash of his green eyes before he pulled it down over mine, the eye holes not matching up so I couldn’t see a thing.

“Stop fighting, bitch,” Eddie whispered. “This will all be over soon.”

Hysteria rose and choked me worse than his fingers. I thrashed and kicked out, screaming until both male bodies pinned me to the floor and bound my hands behind my back. With my face pressed into the cold tile, and Eddie’s wicked voice promising violence, I let the fear consume me.

Had I told Fawn I loved her? What about Lyric and Phoenix? Hell, even Augie… Did they know what they meant to me?

And Boston…

I couldn’t breathe, thinking about him and the way he made me feel. Why hadn’t I met him sooner? Why had we spent so much time arguing? It all seemed like a tragic waste now.

He was it for me. Something deep in my gut knew it, and I’d been ignoring it since the day we’d met.

Just like the others, I’d never get to tell him what he meant to me.

When I was shoved into the trunk of a car, bound and gagged, that was what plagued me. Not the awkward angle of my limbs or my hot breath, caught by the mask over my face.

With the two men arguing over where to dump my body, I’d go to my death regretting not telling Boston I loved him most of all.

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