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His cut was his heart, his soul, his bond to his brothers and his club. “Your cut. I’ll get it.”
    “No.”
    “It’s okay. I’ll just be a second.” She ran back inside, balled up his cut, and tucked it under her arm.
    “Good to go.” She slipped back under his shoulder and Holt grunted.
    “Just leave it.”
    “Really, Holt. It’s okay. I know what the cut means. I’ve turned it inside out and folded it. No one will see your patches.”
    “Not my colors anymore,” he muttered as he pulled the door closed behind them. “Not my club.”
    Before she could ask what he meant, he took a step forward, and Naiya slid an arm around his waist. Hopefully, they wouldn’t draw the attention of the guards, ever present around a biker clubhouse to protect them from enemies, and especially from an enemy as formidable as the Sinner’s Tribe.
    The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
    A friend that could assure her safety. And her future. Especially after her stupidity in Viper’s bedroom this afternoon.
    They crossed the compound with slow, halting steps, arms wrapped around each other, heads bowed. Naiya’s heart thudded in her chest, and she pressed her cheek against Holt’s side.
    “How far?” he whispered.
    “Their bikes were parked out front. About one hundred and fifty yards to go. There’s a guard ahead.”
    “Start giggling.” He dug his fingers into her side and she snorted a laugh.
    “Stop. I’m ticklish.”
    “That’s the idea.” He tickled her again, and she laughed.
    “Rafe?” A voice echoed in the darkness. Naiya looked up at the name patch on the cut Holt wore.
    “That’s you,” she murmured, pulling him back a few steps. “Stay in the shadows.”
    “Yeah.” Holt lowered his voice to a husky growl as footsteps approached from the direction of the clubhouse.
    “You check on Viper’s new bitch? He’s getting impatient. He’s waited a long time for another taste of that pussy.”
    Naiya choked back a breath and shoved her face into Holt’s side. He smelled vile—sweat and blood laced with decay—and yet his body was warm and solid, his arm tight around her shoulders.
    “She’s still screaming and making a fuss. Knocked her around a bit and cut the lights. An hour in the dark with the rats and that dead Sinner, and she’ll be ready for him.” Holt’s voice was thick, hoarse, and scratchy.
    “Viper likes them broken.” The biker stepped in front of them, and Holt ground to a stop, dipping his head. His hand slid to the gun tucked into the holster around his waist. Naiya could feel his heart thudding in his chest.
    “Who you got there?”
    “Piece of tail I found in a bar.”
    “Piece of tail?” she whispered, indignant.
    Holt dug his finger into Naiya’s side and she forced a giggle through clenched teeth. How could he be so calm?
    “Gonna take her home. Too drunk to do much with.”
    The biker grabbed Naiya’s hair and gave it yank. “They don’t need to do anything except lie on the bed and spread their legs. If you don’t want her, I’ll have a piece.”
    A shudder ran through Naiya’s body, and she tightened her grip on Holt, pressing her forehead into his chest. Nonononononono. Not again. She couldn’t go through it again. A soft whimper of fear escaped her lips and Holt’s body tensed.
    “You don’t want her bro. She’s got…” He lowered his voice to a rough whisper. “Fucking STD, man. Doing the brothers a favor by taking her outta here.”
    The biker jerked back, and released her hair. “Fuck. Hate that fucking shit. Such a fucking waste of pussy. Go.”
    Holt nodded and tugged Naiya’s shirt. She quickened her pace, almost dragging him after her.
    “STD?” She hissed at him. “You told him I had an STD? I’ve never had sex without a condom except for…”
    She cut herself off. Rape wasn’t sex. Only fifteen, she’d been flattered by Viper’s attention at a Black Jack party. He’d been charming, gentle, and seductive. But the moment he had her