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“Let her go or this bullet is going into you.”

He scoffs. “Just try it, baby. You ain’t gonna kill me.”

“No one said anything about killing you,” she growls as she points the gun at the arm wrapped around me and fires. I feel the force of the shot as it slams into him and he howls in pain, releasing me as he stumbles backward and grips his arm.

“You shot me, you bitch!”

She shrugs, keeping the gun on him as I stumble over to her. “To be fair, I did warn you.”

Bright red blood drips through his fingers, streaking across his hand and down his arm until it drips onto the floor. He looks up at us, fear creeping into his gaze as he slowly walks backward. Oliver probably threatened him if he didn’t bring me back but I can’t say I would be keen to take on Tate either.

“Fuck this.” He turns and runs out of the back door and as soon as he’s gone, I collapse and gasp for air.

“Hey, you’re okay,” Tate whispers, slipping her gun back in its holster and leaning down next to me. “You’re safe and Ali already called Storm. The guys are on their way.”

A sob bubbles out of me and she pulls me to my feet.

“Take a breath, Kady,” she instructs. “You’re okay.”

I nod, sucking in a breath before slowly blowing it out. “I’m okay.”

“There you go.” She leads me back down the hallway to where the other girls are waiting, frantic, as Megan and a large man block them from running toward us.

“Kady!” Hannah yells. “Are you okay?”

I nod as Tate guides me to one of the couches and sits down with me. My hands tremble in my lap and my heart is thundering out of control. The bell above the door rings and I jump, my gaze jerking up. Noah barrels into the room and locks eyes with me for a second before he runs and jumps over a couch to get to me.

Kneeling in front of me, he runs his hands over my body. “Are you okay? Are you hurt, baby? Why is there blood on your shirt?”

“I’m okay,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes again. “Tate saved me.”

Noah turns to Tate and stands as he pulls her into a hug. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she tells him, patting his back as the rest of club rushes in. Blaze looks at me and gives me a questioning look. I nod as Noah pulls me into his arms.

“Jesus, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you, baby.”

I cling to him, soaking up his warmth as my body fights off the shakes. “I’m okay.”

“I’ve got Rodriguez on his way over,” Blaze says, approaching us and I scowl.

“Rodriguez?”

Noah sighs. “He’s a detective and he works with us.”

I didn’t need anymore proof that this club really has changed but working with a cop seals the deal. It’s something they never would have done back then and it’s a testament to the great work they’re doing now.

“Did this guy say anything to you?” Blaze asks. “Was he working for Oliver?”

I nod. “Yeah, he said Oliver wanted me delivered unharmed.”

“Fuck,” Noah growls.

“Should we postpone the wedding?”

He meets my gaze and brushes my hair out of my face. “It’s up to you, darlin’. If you still want to get married in six days, I won’t let anything stand in our way.”

I gaze around the room to see that most everyone’s eyes are on me and I suck in a breath as I glance back up at him and nod. “Let’s do it. He doesn’t get to control my life anymore.”