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The dark-haired ed closer still, now only mere inches from my chest Even inin

I lifted an to move once more

“You have nothing to be afraid of No one will hurt you You haveto watch his friend’s busy hands

He see

I wanted to screa that was happening, did not understand where I ho I ith, and why the man before me did not speak In a flash, I suddenly reht He too spoke with his hands Maybe some people talked with their hands on the outside? I rubbed my hand down my face and squeezedto silly, idle thoughts

“Styx, man What the hell? Who the fk’s this bitch? Why’s she freaking out?”

My gaze was drawn to ablack hair that dropped to the middle of his back His features were so different fro He was almost as wide as he was tall His skin was a carae dark patterns were etched into his entire face… a large tattoo of swirling black lines and symbols

“Bull, not fkin’ now,” the blond man snapped, but Bull had addressed the dark-haired man The man before me with hazel eyes was named Styx?

Styx leaned even closer and I let hier tofroe in life that a person can do just about anything to survive

Placing a hand over his chest, he moved it over his heart, and the blond man stood beside him “My name’s Ky His nao, bleeding out You were dying You remember?”

A few days ago! I looked down to htness ofpain when I moved

Guard dogs Of course, a guard dog bitto escape I had been unconscious for a few days?

“This is a clubhouse, for bikers The Hangestured around the room

I frowned His face reflected my own expression “You do knohat a bike is, yeah? A motorbike?”

M-o-t-o-r-b-i-k-e I sounded the word in hed loudly in the background, lared at the her immediately stopped At that moment, I feared him His expression was intense, severe, his dark, sharp features hard and steely As I shifted on the spot in obvious discoain

His hands e with appropriate emphasis

For so Styx’s vow of protection Ky cleared his throat and continued “A bike is so you ride, travel on You knohat a car is?”