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"I know you're scared." His voice is smooth.

"What?" I croak.

"I know you're scared," he repeats. “You don't have anything to be worried about. I found you."

"You found me?"

"Yeah, um." He looks down, rubbing his neck. "You were parked in the back of the Stop N Shop off of the Ten. You didn't wake up, so I had my buddy load up my bike and I drove your car here."

"Where is here?"

"My club."

"Club?"

"Yeah, my club in New Mexico."

My eyes widen. "New Mexico." My voice rises. "I'm in New Mexico. You brought me to New Mexico?"

"Yeah. Like I said, you wouldn't wake up, so I drove your car here." He stands up. His sudden movement has me digging my heels into the mattress of the bed, trying to get some space between him and me. "You don't have to do that. I can take you back to wherever you came from. That's not a problem. The problem is how I found you, and furthermore, why were you parked behind a fucking convenience store off a very popular highway, passed out in the backseat and your doors not locked. I found you with a fucked up face." I flinch at his words. "Sorry,” he says softly as he sits on the foot of the bed. "I found you hurt, and you wouldn't wake up. So I did the one thing I thought I could do to keep you safe. I brought you here, to my club, to my brothers."

Shit.

"I need my phone." I pull the covers closer.

"I need your name, sugar."

"What?"

"I need your name."

"Um, Savannah. Savannah Ray."

"Hi Savannah, I'm Ma—Sin. It's nice to meet you." He gives me a small smile, but doesn't try to reach out to me. "Even under the circumstances, it's still nice, just the same." He gets up from the bed and heads to the door.

"Um, Sin?"

He turns. "Yes."

"How long did you say I was asleep?"

"Awhile."

"What day is it?"

"Tuesday. I'll be right back." He closes the door and my stomach drops at the information.

"Is she awake?" The voice comes from behind me, making me jump. I swing instantly, hand clenched into a fist ready to hit whoever is standing behind me.

Hawk.

"What the fuck, Hawking?"

"Hawking? You haven't called me that since before you had pubes on your sac."

"Well I figured it's only right. Hawk wouldn't have ratted me out to my brother like a punk bitch."

"Shit, Sin, he's still the Prez. Cut has the right to know what’s being brought into his club."