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Bleeding Love

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I blanch at Nate’s words and his eyes widen as I bend forward and lose the rest of my stomach across his shoes.

Between Nate, Zac and Dani, they have me cleaned up and sitting on the couch in the owner’s office. Dani hasn’t let go of my hand since she sat down next to me. Zac has been off and on the phone since we got in here, standing over in the far corner I can’t hear his words, but given that he keeps looking at Dani I think it’s safe to bet there will be a very unhappy husband on his way.

I look around the room and try to take my mind off the officer’s voice as he questions Nate. It’s a nice, clean office, but my skin is still crawling thinking about what could have happened if that man had gotten me out the back door.

I feel dirty.

Not to mention my head is pounding.

“Are you sure she doesn’t need EMS to take a look at her?” The officer asks Nate for the tenth time.

I shake my head and hold even tighter to Dani’s hand. Nate looks over and gives me a small smile.

“She says no and I’m not about to give her more stress than she needs by forcing it. We’ll make sure she’s okay.”

I glance up and smile weakly at Nate. He gives me a small nod before looking back at the officer. They continue to talk for a few minutes and I zone out. It’s been a long time since I felt that helpless rush of fear like I did earlier. The memories that his touch had brought forth are still sticking to my skin. As I think about his hands against my arms, my breathing starts to come rapidly and I feel Dani squeeze my hand.

“It’s okay, Megs. It’s okay.”

I’m not sure who she is reassuring, me or her but I can’t form words to respond.

“Where the fuck is my wife?”

I look up at Dani when I hear Cohen’s voice thick with rage coming from the hallway. She gives me a small smile and waves at Nate to sit down. I watch as she climbs off the couch and walks over to the office door. When she throws it open Cohen comes rushing through and doesn’t stop as his body plows right into Dani. She wraps her arms around him and holds tight as he picks her right off the floor and keeps walking into the room. His head dips into her neck and I can hear him mumbling to her. I tear my eyes away from the intimacy of their connection and turn my head back to the door.

Or I would have looked at the door had there not been a pair of thick thighs covered in dark pants blocking my view. I follow the path of the perfectly pressed material, over the belt—carefully skimming over the gun held at the owner of those thighs and hips—up the trail of buttons on his uniform shirt, until I get to the lightly tan skin on his neck. When I continue my journey I’m met with the dark brown, angry and deeply concerned eyes of Liam Beckett.

He turns his head—his eyes never leaving mine—and says something to Nate. I hear them talk, but I understand not one word out of their mouths. Shock holding me stupid at the sight of Liam. Until the other officer we had been dealing with sticks his ass into their conversation. I lose Liam’s eyes when his head snaps over to where the officer is standing.

“Excuse me?”

“Real lucky we got him, Lee. This guy has got a hell of a lot of people looking for him. Nasty guy. Usually he uses drugs to get his women, but he grabbed her right off the floor. Pretty sure he would have—”

Liam’s growl shuts him up, “I would stop talking now, McKnight. Remember where you are when you start speaking freely.” He looks back down at me, his dark eyes going from every inch of my face before he takes me in sitting there wearing Nate’s huge shirt. “Are you hurt?”

I go to speak, but again no words come out.

“Where the fuck is that bitch? She fucking wanted it. Was all over my dick.” I hear coming from the hallway and look up right in time to see the jerk from earlier push off two cops standing inside the office and lunge forward, toward me.

Liam moves, stepping in front of me. Mr. Cowboy doesn’t make it far, but his words come flying back and that panic from earlier rushes back to the surface.

“Shit, Megan!”

I hear Dani, but my fear is all-consuming and before I can beat it back, my vision starts to blacken and I sway on the couch.

“SHIT, MEGAN!”

I whip my head around and watch as all the color drains from her face. I bark at my partner, Daniels, and don’t even wait to make sure they have the douchebag secured. I dip, push one arm under Megan’s legs and one behind her back, pulling her into my arms and turning to walk toward the door in the back corner of the office. We’ve been called to this club enough that we’re familiar with the layout of the place. Nate jumps and follows my lead, opening the door to the large bathroom.

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