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I found Gunner in the auto garage, working on a vehicle. He was mumbling to himself as he banged and tinkered around in the engine. From what I could see, he wasn’t really doing anything but making a mess. Walking over, I leaned against the front fender and said. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m over it.”

“I didn’t mean it. I just wanted out of the room.”

“Well, you’re out. Congratulations.”

“Gunner, I’m trying to apologize here. Can you meet me halfway?”

“I’m busy, Sarah. Just go do whatever you want,” he said, dropping the grease rag on the radiator before walking towards the shop’s office. When he slammed the office door, I flinched.

Well shit.

Turning to head back inside, I saw a fancy black Lincoln Town car slowly pull into the compound. The blacked-out windows made it hard for me to see any passengers. Thinking it was someone for King, I ignored the vehicle as I walked past, heading for the clubhouse.

“Excuse me. Miss?”

Stopping, I turned as an older gentleman stepped out of the fancy car, adjusting his tailored suit. He was average looking and a little chubby but seemed harmless.

“Yes.”

“Are you Sarah Elizabeth Brewer?” he asked as two more men stepped out of the vehicle. Each bigger than the other. Something was seriously wrong here. I knew it. I felt it deep in my bones. This wasn’t a man I wanted to fuck with, and when he grinned evilly at me, the hairs on the back of my neck stood as my eyes shifted to the auto garage where Gunner was.

“Who wants to know?”

“My name is Arthur Miller. I am an acquaintance of Carter Glover.”

I stiffened.

Oh shit.

“She ain’t here,” I said, turning to leave when a brawny hand gripped my upper arm, squeezing tightly, causing me to wince in pain.

“Oh, I think you are who I am looking for. Your picture didn’t do you justice. Now, be a good girl and come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, dickhead, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your fucking hands off me before my boyfriend rips your arms out of your sockets.”

My head rocked to the side so fast, I barely comprehended what happened. Gasping, a nasty metallic taste filled my mouth, making my stomach queasy. Spitting on the ground, I saw blood.

“I won’t put up with your insolence. Now get in the fucking car.”

Slowly turning my head to look at the fucker who had just hit me, I screamed bloody murder. “GUNNER!”

The man yanked me towards him and sneered. “Stupid bitch. Carter told me you were a handful. I can’t wait to break you. Now get in the fucking car.”

Fighting him as hard as I could, his two henchmen stood, looking around, their guns out as the strong fucker tried to get me into his vehicle.

“SARAH!” I heard Gunner shout, giving me the strength to fight the bastard harder. But when he reared back and punched me square in the face, no amount of adrenaline could stop the darkness from surrounding me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sarah

My head was pounding when I tried to open my eyes. Even though the light was dimmed, it was still too bright for me to open my eyes. Wincing, I moaned, trying to cover my eyes, only to find I couldn’t move my arm. That’s when I realized I wasn’t at the clubhouse or at home. I was somewhere else. Flashbacks of that fucker hitting me surfaced in my head as my eyes snapped opened.

“It’s okay, Sarah. You’re safe,” Bailey said, leaning over me. “Your mom went to get Claudia. You scared the crap out of all of us, sweetie.”

“To bright,” I moaned, shutting my eyes again.