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As I step inside, there’s very little light, but I follow the narrow hallway straight ahead. It opens up to a big room, and I’m greeted by Jim and the LA Demons.
“You’ve got bigger balls than I gave you credit for,” Jim says, laughing.
They’ve all got their guns drawn on me, but I don’t care. They can all take a shot after I get Mia out of here.
“Where the fuck is she?” I hiss.
He looks back at his guys before turning his attention back to me. “We’ll get to that.”
“Mia!” I shout, looking around.
I hear a noise and snap my head to the right. I notice a door in the far corner, and I take a step forward.
“Don’t try to be a fucking hero,” Jim says, pointing his gun at me. “No one leaves until I have my Victoria back.”
“I’m right here,” Vic says, stepping up next to me.
I turn my head and see the rest of the club standing there, guns drawn.
“Vic,” he whispers, staring at her. “Come here, baby.” He waves her over with his gun.
“Put your fucking guns down,” Zane says, moving next to me.
A hollow laugh leaves Jim as he looks over at us. “Zane Madden,” he says, shaking his head. “You realize all the trouble you’ve caused for a lot of people.”
“I didn’t cause shit,” Z growls.
I step back a few steps, allowing Porter, Kace, and Enzo to stand in front of me.
“Oh, but you did.” Jim points his gun at Zane and sighs. “You killed Kingsley and, in doing so, killed all the deals he had with a lot of people. It was bad enough with the outlaws, but you’ve pissed off a lot of feds.” He takes a step closer to Zane, and I take a step over to the right. “Everyone wants their revenge,” Jim says, smiling.
“Gonna put a bullet in me with Vic standing right here?” Zane asks.
Everyone is focused on the stand-off, which is exactly what I was hoping for. I grab Vic and hold the gun to her as I push my way toward the door in the back corner.
“Finn!” Porter shouts.
“What the fuck!” Brooks growls.
“I’ll fucking shoot you dead,” Jim yells.
I smirk as I keep her in front of me, knowing full well they aren’t going to take a shot with Vic as my shield.
Fucked up plan? Absolutely, but I’m desperate to get to Mia.
“Mia!” I shout, reaching behind me with one hand and twisting the knob.
The door opens, and I push Vic away from me, slamming the door shut and locking it. I spin around and see my girl lying on the floor.
“Mia, fuck, no,” I scream, rushing toward her.
She’s bloody and barely conscious. Tears fill my eyes as I take in her battered body. Jim is a fucking dead man. They’re all fucking dead.
I gently wrap my arm around her and pull her to me. I’m unable to control the emotions I feel, and my tears roll down my cheeks. It’s a mix of relief that she’s alive and anguish at what she’s suffered.
“I’m here, angel. I’m so fucking sorry,” I say, pressing a soft kiss to her head.
She flinches, and I move my face close to hers. “Talk to me, Mia. Where are you hurting?” I softly ask.
