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“It’s safe, Rosa.”

A large man walked up the stairs first. Rosa rolled her eyes. All these guys were heavily muscled and in good shape. What happened to bikers with beer guts and bald heads in this club? Definitely, the Ravagers lost the battle for hot, fit biker dudes.

“Razor. I figured you’d come with the first group to make sure I wasn’t scrambled,” Street said.

“Are you?” Razor asked, scanning him quickly.

“I’m fine. Rosa kept me from drinking more than a sip of that crap and got me out of there.”

Razor glanced over at Rosa and nodded. “Not many people would have put themselves at risk. Did you get injured?”

That surprised her. No one had shown concern about her for years. “I’m a survivor,” she answered truthfully.

“I’m a medical doctor if you need care,” Razor told her.

Rosa glanced over at Street to confirm that information. She didn’t know why she trusted him to share the truth.

“Razor’s a real doc,” Street confirmed.

“I’m good,” she said quickly as she kept an eye on the small group of bikers who’d arrived with Razor.

“The offer stands,” Razor told her before turning back to Street. “Let’s go inside. I want to check your blood pressure and reflexes.”

“Rosa, come with us,” Street insisted, holding the door open for her.

Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Rosa preceded them into the house. Street owed her something. He, at least, had a reason to keep her safe. Staying with him was her best move.

She stood in the corner of the kitchen out of the way as Razor ran Street through a superficial exam. She kept her eyes on the doctor. He appeared to know what he was doing. The Devil Daddies was a weird MC. Who had their own medical doctor?

The rumble of more bikes outside spurred Rosa to race to the window. A gigantic man led the pack down the drive. Holding her breath, she checked to see if they’d kept their word. Her red duffel sat strapped on the seat behind him. She turned to find Street observing with her.

“He brought more stuff from my place.”

“Wraith has a Little girl. He probably grabbed what he thought she would want while he was there.”

“A Little girl? Like a daughter?” Rosa asked.

“No, Rosa. Wraith doesn’t have any children. His Little girl is the love of his life, Caroline. She writes romance novels.”

Distracted by the thought that Inky was smothering in the duffle bag, Rosa couldn’t concentrate on his explanation. “Can we go out there?”

“Of course,” Street said, ushering her through the front door. Razor trailed behind them.

She hung back and let Street approach the huge man with a black beard first. “Wraith. That didn’t take too long. Thanks, brother.”

Wraith looked past him to meet Rosa’s eyes. “Hey. I have some bad news. I have Inky, but the Ravagers got to your place first. You better hold Street’s hand,” he recommended as he pulled a pillowcase out of his jacket. Wraith hadn’t zipped up Inky in the duffel.

Her initial feeling of relief froze in her throat as he unrolled the pillowcase to reveal her black jaguar. Someone had cut open his stomach and pulled out the fluff inside. Rosa stretched out a hand and hesitated, unwilling to hurt her oldest friend. “Inky,” she whispered.

“The Ravagers had smashed and slashed a lot of things. I gathered the stuffing and brought the fluff with me. I think after some stitches your stuffie will survive.”

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She held out her arms with tears coursing down her cheeks. Coming after her was understandable. But the asshole Ravagers had hurt Inky. Hatred burned in her stomach. “I have to get a needle and thread.”

“I’ve got you, Rosa,” Razor said, holding out a needle threaded with surgical string.