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Still scared.

But she stays put.

And for some fucked-up reason, that feels better than it ought to.

I glance at Ash, who's dealing with the prick on the ground, then back at the woman standing close enough that I can smell her perfume.

Less than an hour ago, this was supposed to be a simple protection gig.

Now I've chased down her kidnappers, shot one of them, and found myself wanting to tear apart anyone who so much as looks at her wrong.

Don't know what the hell this woman is doing to me.

But I've got a feeling she's gonna be trouble.

A whole lot of fucking trouble.

Chapter 3

Kierra

I have officially had the worst day of my life.

Kidnapped at gunpoint. Nearly killed in a car crash. Rescued by a man I mistook for a murderer.

And my rescuer? A member of the Damned Sinners MC, a motorcycle club that runs several legitimate businesses, including the private protection service I hired.

Because my life clearly wasn't complicated enough.

Now I'm standing beside a wrecked sedan, leaning against that very same man because my knee has decided it no longer wishes to cooperate.

"You okay, darlin'?"

I look up at Vex.

His hazel eyes search my face.

"I'm fine."

His gaze drops to my knee.

"You're limping."

"Then I'm fine with a limp."

One corner of his mouth twitches.

"Stubborn little thing."

"I'm five feet five. That's perfectly respectable."

"Didn't say it wasn't."

Before I can argue, the man who arrived in the truck approaches.

"Grim's sending a couple of brothers to deal with the car," he says.

Vex nods.