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porch and the quaint wooden door. Right now would be a great time for a neighborhood emergency that required immediate evacuation of the area. Maybe I should go check out Bouquets first? Problem was my car keys were sitting in a bowl on the kitchen counter. Don’t be ridiculous, I am Rebecca Fucking Donovan, I am not scared of my own home. With my shoulders back, I walked up the steps and approached the front door. I knew there was a keypad on the other side now that required a PIN access code to disarm my new, state-of-the-art security system that Braiden installed. The PIN was written on the inside of my wrist, and all I had to do was open the door and punch it in. It occurred to me that I had no idea how much this new security system had cost me; so far I hadn’t paid a cent.
    I dropped my bag and stood staring at the front door, rubbing the new key for the new lock in my fingers. My hand raised to the door and I hesitated when I saw it was shaking. “Shit,” I whispered, pulling my hand back. I tried again and found myself unable to even touch the door. “Fuck it,” I sobbed, and the tears began once more. I leaned against the door, and closed my eyes—big mistake. I was flooded with images from the last time I was here, on the other side of that door, fighting for my life. His hands on me, in me. I cried hard and slipped down to my knees, my breathing became erratic and out of control. What the hell was wrong with me?
    “Rebecca?” a familiar voice penetrated the haze and watery tears that obstructed my vision. I leaned even harder against the door trying to force myself to calm down. “Take a deep breath, breathe with me, long deep breaths, in and out.” I found myself obeying the gentle voice at my side, and when I finally settled down enough to glance in that direction, the damn tears started all over again.
    “Ella?” I sobbed when I saw Ella in front of me. Her own tears slipped free as she wrapped her arms around me.
    “You should have called me, you idiot!” she cried. I laughed and sobbed at the same time. I turned when another warm hand squeezed my shoulder. Jax knelt at my other side, his gentle grey eyes full of concern. Fuck he was huge—the man was a damn giant!
    “I’m gonna go in there and grab whatever you need then Ella is going to drive you to our place in your car, that way you won’t be stuck out there without transportation, in case you wanna go somewhere.”
    I nodded and cried some more. Most of that sounded like a pretty damn good plan, except for one part. “If you think for one second I’m allowing Ella to drive me anywhere, you’re crazy.”
    A beautiful smile broke Jax’s concerned features. Ella has only had her driver’s license for a few months. She was a contender for the worst driver in history: she drives way too fast and her roaming eyes have trouble staying on the road, front and center.
    “Don’t be a bitch, I’m a good driver,” Ella demanded from beside me.
    I glanced back in her direction. “You’re driving scares the shit out of me. I didn’t survive an attack from some deranged asshole only to die in a blazing inferno from Ella-lead-foot.” Ella knew I was joking—mostly. “I’ll drive, but I would be really grateful if you would go in with Jax and get some more of my stuff. I’m sure he doesn’t need to see the hot gear I wear under my fabulous clothes.” Jaxon Carter thumbing through my underwear was an uncomfortable thought.
    Ella gave me a wicked grin. “Good idea since the most adventurous my underwear gets are boyshorts and sports bras.”
    “I can handle underwear, just don’t make me carry out any weird plants that look like genitalia and we’re good to go.” Jax chuckled beside us.
    Damn, I had missed these two.

Chapter 6
    Charlie
    I pummeled the bag like it was an enemy of old that required immediate decimation. There was too much anger in me, and I needed to get it out. It has been a long time since I’ve felt like this,