“I can’t see his face. He’s got a hood pulled up and… Hold on.” He went silent for a beat. “What the hell?” He paused, but I could hear muffled voices in the background. “Get to Mac’s. Now.”

The pit that’d been in my gut all day grew into a black hole. “What’s wrong?”

“The watch I gave you yesterday? It’s activated. Recording. I’ll let the others know to roll out, but you need to get there fast.”

“What’s happening?”

I had no clue what he was seeing, but his voice was frantic. “Fuck, Hollywood. He’s gonna kill her. He’s gonna fuckin’ kill her.”

33. Knights on Chrome and Steel

CHAPTER 33

KNIGHTS ON CHROME AND STEEL

MAC

I kept my eyes locked on Eddie as he stopped in front of me, putting his weapon away. To some, that might seem like a good sign, but I knew better. Eddie had never used any other object to hurt me.

He liked a more personal touch.

“Even when you stayed gone for weeks, I was going to take you back. You’d have to work for it. Show me you regretted it. Learn to finally put me first.” His hand shot out, his fingers spearing into my hair to yank my head to the side at a jarring angle. “But then you fucked that dirtbag. You begged him. You gave him what was mine!”

With his hold on my hair, I couldn’t duck. Couldn’t dodge. I couldn’t move to avoid the full force of his fist slamming into my face with a sickening thud.

He craned my neck further and pulled me onto my knees. He stopped with my face in front of his crotch, his hard-on straining against his slacks.

No.

Fuck no.

No, no, no.

Gripping my hair until strands painfully ripped out, he held me against him.

My face hit his crotch, and my stomach hit his leg.

He yanked me away, glaring down at my pregnant belly in disgust. As if it was my choice to be that close to him, he bit out, “The slut act might work on dumbass bikers, but I’m not falling for it. I’m not taking you with me, Mac.”

I didn’t ask what he was going to do instead.

Once his loving fiancé mask had come off, he’d told me often.

If I ever tried to leave him…

If he couldn’t have me…

No one could.

I never truly believed him. I thought he’d find me. Smack me around. Kidnap me and force me to come back.

That’d been bad enough.

But his hazel eyes held no flicker of emotion. No hint of warmth. No mercy. Nothing. Having that coldness aimed at me was scarier than his gun.

Ward’s coming. I know it. He’s coming.