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My heart starts to race a little.

I know I’m not supposed to be watching. I’m not supposed to be looking out the window. This behavior is totally punishable.

I can’t look away.

The first biker climbs off his motorcycle in a hurry and goes right for Corbin.

I gasp.

Words are exchanged and Corbin punches the biker in the face.

I gasp loudly.

The second biker pulls out a gun.

“No,” I say.

My heart races, then sinks.

Corbin moves so fast and so fucking insane…

He pulls out a knife—the same knife he used against my throat, nipple, and between my legs—and he slash’s the biker’s wrist holding the gun.

I can see the biker scream in pain and I can see blood.

Corbin then grabs the strap of the biker’s helmet and he pulls with incredible force, pulling the biker’s face down between the handlebars of the motorcycle.

I watch as Corbin smashes the biker’s face over and over into the gauges on the motorcycle.

He then turns toward the first biker.

That one puts his hands up, blood already running down from the corner of his eye where Corbin punched him.

More words are exchanged and Corbin reaches into his back pocket and takes out some kind of package.

He tosses it to the biker, then points for them to leave the lot.

Corbin turns, looks up and I jump back out of the way.

I stumble back to the bed and sit down.

My hands are shaking. The coffee in the mug shakes too.

Corbin is dangerous. Violent.

A guy who just spent a decade in prison and he just committed a whole bunch of crimes to those bikers. Not to mention whatever it was he gave to the one biker.

I force myself to sip my coffee.

I have to calm down.

If Corbin knows I saw all that…

… I have no idea what he’ll do to me next.

Chapter 30

Corbin