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Now? Well, now the hospital was their destination which meant the cops would be involved no matter how much he wished it wasn’t so A wo like this one and not have the das called But it was unavoidable She needed medical attention beyond what the club could provide They really needed to get a doctor in house

Eyes that held a fahly classified, black-ops missions had found Rocket in so atrocities far worse than he’d seen since he joined the Handlers—and he’d seen plenty there, too

Yeah, scared gazes were all too recognizable to him

He lifted both hands in as non-threatening a gesture as he could pull off considering he had one thing on his mind

Murdering Lefty

“Won’t hurt you,” he said, the words somewhathis et what he needed He’d give her a minute to process, let her decide if she wanted to trust him Not that she had much choice He was her one ticket out of there

“Y-you, you’re a b-biker,” she said through chattering teeth

Even Rocket noticed the chill in the room The bastards must have cranked the AC just to fuck with her Both her nipples stood fully erect and Rocket would bet his nuts she was the furthest thing from turned on a woman could be “I am”

“Hell’s Handlers?”

His eyebrows dren, not that she could see, but he re People always did Silence needed to be filled

“Don’t t-touch m-me”

“Fuck” Keeping his hands at shoulder height, he advanced five steps into the rooo anywhere, she seemed to shrink away from him

“P-please d-don’t come c-closer”

He nodded again “I’et you out of this place”

The woroan co hadn’t hardened to steel years ago “Sure you can, but will I be alive?”

Her breath hitched as though she was going to sob, and who could bla herself and shoving back the hysteria