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time I thought about how much I hated the Wicked Angels—which is a lot these days.” Marco pulled out a knife. “But I want some instant enjoyment, not just sexual gratification.”
    Addison struggled, but the grip on her arms only tightened. Marco stared at her with a chilling glare. Something about him was definitely off. She watched as he held the knife up to her. Almost seductively, he smoothed the knife along her leg. She had no idea what the sick bastard had planned, but she knew her imaginings would be far too nice compared to what Marco was capable of.
    “Tell those fucking Angels to stop stepping on my turf. I’m not going to tell them again.” Marco pressed the knife into the skin of her thigh.
    Hot tears leaked from her eyes as she cried out, a hand going over her mouth to muffle the scream. Marco seemed unfazed by her reaction while he moved the knife along her skin, carving letters into it. Another man gripped her leg when she tried to kick at him, holding her down with the brunt of his weight. She couldn’t move. Her thigh burned with each slice of the knife. A Skulls member held her, tightening his grip on her each time she jerked or moved. She struggled to breathe by the time Marco finally pulled away from her.
    “You think this is bad? Wait until next time.” Marco rubbed his finger in the blood left on the knife. His gaze held hers as he stuffed the knife in the holder on his hip. She sucked in air through her nose, trying to figure out what they planned next. They could do more damage if they liked, but Addison simply prayed they would leave.
    Thankfully, someone with higher powers was on her side. The Skulls filed out of the coffee shop, the goon who had held her leaving last. She forced harsh breaths into her lungs as she sat there, waiting until they were completely gone before doing anything. When the last motorcycle rolled out, Addison focused her attention on what had been done. She turned to find that the barista had left the building.
    The crimson blood stained her skirt, tears coming to her eyes again. She put immediate pressure to the wound with one hand and reached to find her phone with the other. No one was around and Addison knew she couldn’t walk. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to try.
    Again, she faced a dilemma. She’d ruled out any help from law officials and punched in Mason’s number. The last thing she needed was her quirky stalker, Jesse, sniffing where his nose didn’t belong. She wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do if he found out the Skulls had used her as an art canvas for their sadistic pleasure. She sniffled trying to keep herself in check. She kept her hand on the wound, afraid to lift it. Her leg throbbed, hurting the more she moved it. It seemed like forever before Mason finally answered his phone.
    “Change your mind?”
    “I need you to come pick me up.” She moaned. “God, just come pick me up.”
    “Where are you?”
    “At the café near the courthouse.” She sniffled again. “Just hurry.”
    She hung up and finally allowed her emotion to escape. Fear rushed through her, cold as ice. The numbing effect it had on her did little for the pain in her leg and Addison tried her best to figure out how she would even make it to the motorcycle when he did come. There was no way she could ride. They were going to have to call an ambulance. That was all there was to it.
    Motorcycles sounded near and she tried to stand. When that didn’t work, she swiped her cheeks and waited for him to come inside.
    “Addy?”
    She didn’t contain the anger that had replaced her fear. “I got a visit from your friends today. Look what he did to me!”
    Mason glanced down at her thigh. “What the hell?”
    “He cut me. He had one guy hold me to the point I couldn’t breathe while he took a knife to my leg.” She whimpered as she moved and a flash of pain shot through her. “My leg fucking hurts and I can’t get on that damn bike.”
    Mason lifted her so that