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She’d had to voluntarily go through it to be permitted to leave the repulsive clutches of the Fallen Angels MC. Mirrie had been born into the nightmare of motorcycle club life, of course, and as a woman, she’d been considered club property. That beating had been her only way out… and she’d taken it. She’d also barely survived it.
    Almost as bad – maybe even worse in some ways – was that the MC had taken Mac away from her for years and years. They’d told Mirrie that if she didn’t dump Mac without a warning or a word, they’d kill him right in front of her. Terrified and knowing full well that the Fallen Angels never fucking bluffed, Mirrie had left Mac alone and wondering where the hell she was. She’d walked away from him to save his life, and they’d only just gotten back together again. Ace had been strongly instructed by King to leave Mac and Mirrie alone, and so far, the shaky agreement had held. But if something big and bad had happened, and if that big, bad thing directly involved Ace, then the paper-thin protection may have been torn. The tentative truce may be over.
    It may well be all-out war. Again.
    And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, the Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.
    They were human monsters. They were living nightmares. They were hell on earth.
    Despite all of this, whenever she thought about Donovan being dead, or anything happening to her father, she felt something tighten up a bit in her chest. She’d loved her brother once, she’d adored her father once, and God knows, she still worried about her alcoholic, drug-addicted Mom and how she’d handle being left all alone and vacantly stuck in the MC life.
    Her parents had never married, since her father hadn’t wanted that chain around his ankle, but he’d at least claimed Heather, Mirrie’s mother, by telling his MC brothers that she was totally off-limits to their dicks. But her status was shaky, and if anything happened to Mirrie’s father or brother, Heather would be fair game to the MC members – or maybe they’d just throw her out. Mirrie wasn’t sure which her mother would consider worse, to be honest.
    So if the Fallen Angels End Of Days was finally upon them, then Mirrie knew that the casualty count was going to be high… and the chances of her losing someone that she cared about were so sky-high, that they weren’t even a ‘chance’. They were a damn guarantee.
    The only question was: who in her past or present life (or both) wasn’t going to be living and breathing this time next year?
    God, please keep Mac and Spider safe. Mom and Dad and Donovan too… they’re assholes, but they’re my flesh-and-blood assholes. Wow, this is a bunch of confusing emotions going on here.
    Shaking off her thoughts, she returned to the crisis of the moment. She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, and saw the towering man and petite woman exchange amused glances. That pissed her off all over again, and that was when Mirrie was OK.
    “Fine,” she snapped now. “I’ll wait to find out what’s going on, alright? And in the meantime, you go, Spider. I’ll take care of everything here, I promise.”
    “Really?” The relief in his voice was palpable. “You sure?”
    “Yep.” Mirrie narrowed her eyes, and her lips thinned into a line. “And you do whatever the hell they tell you, OK? Even if that means no contact with me, you toe the line. Just trust that I got this, and everything is under control. Just – just be safe, OK?”
    Spider’s throat tightened suddenly, catching him by surprise. He nodded, then opened his arms to Mirrie for a hug.