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communicate something that I don’t get at all.
    It looks like Rox doesn’t either as she slams her hands into his chest and pushes him back, into the clubhouse. She holds her hand out to me. “Come on,” she orders.
    I take it, because she really isn’t someone you argue with, and she pulls me through the door into the clubhouse.
    Oh. My. God.
    I vaguely hear Smiter cursing over us forcing our way in and now witnessing the disturbing sight in front of us. I also hear Rox saying something about Ax being a dead man .
    It’s like an orgy.
    Hard-rock music is thundering through the room—some sort of lounge and bar area.
    There are loads of bikers dressed in jeans, leather and those leather cuts with their club thing on them. And a lot of them are in various states of undress as well.
    As are the many women all over them.
    Some kneeling in front of them and…doing things I can’t look directly at…as men lounge back on the couches. Not just the couches either. I see something on a pool table that I’ll never be able to erase from my memory. There are couples up against the wall, grinding on each other. Women are standing on tables in their underwear and swaying seductively as some men look on, while others feel them up brazenly.
    Yep. One big orgy.
    “What is this? A pussy party?” Rox yells at Smiter. “He promised me…not while he was in the clubhouse!”
    Before Smiter can get a word out, Rox tells me, “I need to kick my husband’s ass.” She glares at Smiter. “Where is he?”
    “His office.”
    She gestures for me to follow her, but I stop short when something catches my eye.
    My stomach lurches at the sight.
    I feel sick.
    Oh God.
    Zeb is sitting on a stool up at the bar. He’s chugging down a bottle of beer in one hand. And his other…his other is down the leather halter top of the bleached-blonde bimbo standing in front of him. It looks like he’s feeling up her boobs. Her hand is rubbing his boxers that are visible, because his jeans are open. And, if that’s not enough, there’s a blonde supermodel-type behind him with her hands under his white t-shirt, running all over his abs.
    “Shit, Sarah. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this was going on,” Rox says from beside me. “Let’s get out of here,” she urges, reaching for my hand.
    All I can do is nod.
    As she starts pulling me away, Zeb’s gaze falls on me all of a sudden.
    He freezes and his eyes almost pop out of his head.
    I don’t get to see any more as Rox tugs on my hand and pulls me away.
    As we step out into the courtyard, the fresh night air hits me and I suck in a sharp breath. That’s when I realize I’ve been holding my breath since seeing Zeb getting it on with those two women.
    She hurries me towards my car and her bike.
    “Sarah!”
    I stop and spin around, which breaks Rox’s hold on my hand.
    And that’s when I see Zeb limping over to us. I notice that he’s not using his cane. He must’ve healed enough in the last week to be able to walk without it now then. He’s still limping, though. And, as much as what I just saw hurt me, I can’t stop feeling sympathy for him. He looks so vulnerable in his injured state. Urgh. I’m such a pushover.
    As he reaches me, I shove my hand out. “Here. You left this…uh…at my place.” I push his phone into his hands, harder and rougher than I intended and he fumbles to take it without dropping it.
    He just stares at me, unmoving.
    I can’t take it.
    I don’t want him to see it. I don’t want him to see that he’s hurt me.
    I promised myself a long time ago that I would never let any man have that power over me again.
    And so, I turn away and hurry the remaining couple of feet to my car.
    “Why the fuck did you bother coming up here, huh? What the fucking hell were you thinking? You can’t just come up here!” he thunders at me. “It’s a fucking clubhouse, woman! You get that? Jesus Christ! It ain’t your goddamn diner! Bitches don’t just walk on in and shit!