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I ended the call before Swift said a word and looked down at Britta.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“You’re not dying, you stubborn bitch,” Tempi whispered.

Britta coughed, and a weak smile formed.“Well...damn.I was hoping for something a little more sympathetic.I’ve been shot.”

I let out a strangled laugh.“Stay with us.”

The flames were out now without catching anything else.But the stench of smoke clung to everything.

Within seconds, the sound of bikes roared outside.

The Saint’s Outlaws stormed in.Cord, Swift, Hodge, Wheels, Method, and more.

Tempi didn’t let go of Britta’s hand.

I didn’t let go of Tempi.

I knew this was just the beginning of the hell storm, but I knew two other things for certain.

Madison was my home now, and Tempi was mine forever.

No one was going to take them away from me.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Swift

I hated hospitals.

The fluorescent lights hummed above me, and the constant beep-beep-beep of the machine in Britta’s room, which measured the distance between life and death, was faint through the door.

I stood outside her room with my arms crossed over my chest, and my cut hung heavy on my shoulders.

She was alive.That was all that mattered.

Barely.

I could still hear her weak pleas not to die as they loaded her into the ambulance.

That woman had grit under her nails and gasoline in her veins.I knew it the second I met her.Britta was loud.Sharp.Full of sass and bite.And now she was lying in a bed, pale as hell, with tubes in her arms and clinging to life.

She wasn’t supposed to be in this.

None of them were.

We’d stirred up something dark in Madison.And now?Now it had fangs ready to kill us all.

I pulled the little folded note from my pocket that I had found on my motorcycle when I got the call from Twister.

Just two words.

You’re next.

This was gonna be one hell of a ride.