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He hit me hard. We fell, both sprawled on the floor, and pain vibrated through me. I tried to turn, but he pinned me to the ground. A slap to the face stunned me. It hurt. Badly.
Dazed, I blinked up at him. He backhanded me again.
Then he caressed my cheek. “I do love you, Macy. You’ll learn. I’ll teach you.”
I tasted blood in my mouth. “You have no idea what real love is.”
He sneered. “You think you love that fucker you work for?”
“I do.” I was afraid, but I let what I felt for Colt fill me.
And I hoped, despite everything, that he’d come for me.
I was tired of having no one.
Scott leaned down, his face an inch from mine, like he was going to kiss me. I turned my head to the side.
“I’ll make you forget him.” Then Scott’s weight pushed off me.
Hope flared, and I tensed, ready to run.
But Scott sank a hand into my hair, and another twisted in my shirt.
“We’re leaving. You’ll forget this fucking city, and Fury.”
He dragged me across the floor.
I kicked and struggled. I couldn’t let him get me into a car. I knew if he got away with me, I’d never see Colt again.
I turned my head and sank my teeth into Scott’s calf. He yelped and shook me.
“Do that again, and I’ll kill you.” His tone was like ice.
He was a monster.
Then he pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants, and my heart stopped.
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Closing the distance to the house, I tried to find some control. A cool head.
But I couldn’t.
Daisy was safe, but I knew Scott Warner would definitely hurt Macy.
I also knew my sunflower would fight him.
I stalked past the For Sale sign, and saw that the front door was ajar. Then from inside, I heard Macy cry out.
Boone grabbed my arm. “Steady. She needs you thinking, not getting yourself killed.”
I nodded, and dragged in a deep breath, but I wasn’t waiting any longer.
I moved silently up onto the porch. Boone was quiet behind me. He’d been trained. My brothers and I had learned to sneak around at a young age. Sometimes avoiding a beating had depended on it.
I peeked in the front window.
