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“I’ll be okay,” I reply, not wanting to give him anything to use against me.

“Let me see,” he murmurs, reaching over and having a closer look. “Fuck, that looks deep.”

The door slams open, and Pippa stands there with two hulking men behind her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Making sure she doesn’t bleed out before the Serpents get here,” Grip comments, his voice nonchalant. He quickly stands and crosses his arms. “She’s going to need to go to the hospital.”

“I don’t give a fuck what happens to her,” Pippa fires back, and I wonder how she holds so much power with these men. Ora told me that a man named Wyatt said she was now the president of the Isle of Insanity MC, but I haven’t seen anyone with a president patch.

I have no fuckin clue what’s going on right now other than I’m being used as a pawn.

I need to do whatever I have to, to survive.

The two men behind Pippa step inside the room, and I ignore them even though I know their eyes are on me.

“Shame we don’t get to sample some Serpents’ pussy,” one comments while the other one licks his lips.

Yuck.

“No one touches her,” Grip demands, standing in front of me to block my view. “We get the money and weapons, and then we let her go. That’s the deal.”

“Shame her man is away,” Pippa adds, smirking.

How did she know that?

“Oh, you don’t know? Aspen owed us, so she called him in. Seems she doesn’t like you much. In fact, she sounded happy at the idea of getting rid of you.”

Okay, ouch.

We might not have anything to do with each other now, but once upon a time, she was my dearest friend.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like to know that.” She smirks. “She stole from us, though, so I have no problem throwing that bitch under the bus. I hope she gets what’s coming to her.”

“What did we do to you?” I ask her, trying to figure out where she fits into this. There’s hatred behind her eyes, and that doesn’t manifest out of nowhere.

“John was my man, did you know that? He was the president before the Serpents killed him. I loved him. And you all took him from me. You will pay for that,” she sneers, turning around and storming out, the two men following behind her.

Only Grip remains.

“She was his sidepiece,” he adds, and my brows rise, my lip twitching.

I don’t know how I can find anything funny right now, but I have to get my licks in when I can.

With that, he also leaves, and I lay back, feeling helpless.

It’s not a nice feeling.

I must fall asleep because eventually, I’m woken up by gunshots and screaming.

“Where is she?” I hear, and I force myself to sit up.

“I’m in here,” I yell as loud as I can, getting up and banging on the door.

I keep going until I hear someone unlock it, and then I step back. My hand is still covering the wound on my arm, and I’m hoping I can make it to the hospital in time because my vision is starting to blur.

All I remember before I collapse is two sets of identical blue eyes.

The next time I wake up, I’m in a hospital bed, my mouth is dry as hell, and Haze is sitting in the chair next to my bed, holding my hand. His elbows are resting on his knees, and his eyes are on the floor. He looks miserable.