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devoted to him?
    When he finally turned into the open gate of the Men of Hell compound, relief gripped him. Sweat poured out of him and his hands shook with the exertion of not laying his bike down. He managed to flip out his kickstand and turn off his engine, but that was the moment his strength fled.
    Dax hurried over to him and helped him off the bike. Romeo’s knees wiggled like jelly, causing him to lean completely against his friend. Boone hurried over to help Dax guide him into the clubhouse, and by then, all the other members had run forward to clear a path on the couch so he could lie down. A few of the club girls leaned over him, clucking like mother hens.
    “Oh, you poor thing!”
    “Please don’t die, Romeo!”
    Chloe bustled over and shooed the women away with a death glare. “Get back. Get all the way back. In fact, never touch him again.”
    “Bitch,” one mumbled.
    “Say that to my face one more time and I’ll break your fucking nose,” Chloe said coldly. Deadly.
    She may be a tiny thing, but Romeo saw a fierceness in her that made his dick sit up and salivate.
    The girls must have seen it too. They backed down.
    “You should go to the hospital,” Dax told him again.
    “I can take care of him,” Chloe said, kneeling next to him with a bottle of iodine in her hand. “Are you allergic to iodine?”
    “Not that I’m aware of,” Romeo replied.
    Dax laid a hand on her arm. “Wait. Do you know how to dig out a bullet from muscle?”
    She nodded. “I assisted in a lot of shooting surgeries when I worked in LA. Luckily, this one didn’t nick any of his bones or the brachial artery. Otherwise he would have to go the hospital.”
    “Just get the fucking thing out of my arm,” Romeo muttered. “Dax, get that piece of Shanks shit strung up. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
    “You won’t be able to move this arm,” she said. “Definitely won’t be able to torture anyone.”
    “That’s why I have him,” he replied with a nod toward Dax. “My own minion of evil.”
    Dax snorted. “You’re fucking hilarious.”
    “Go, minion, do my bidding.”
    He smiled when he heard Dax’s exasperated growl. He did that a lot around Romeo. He cracked open his eyes. Dax stared hungrily at Chloe. Even as horny teenagers sharing club pussy, he’d never seen Dax with such a look of longing. It made him wonder what lay between Chloe’s legs that had the tough man so tangled up—and if his friend had already sampled the delectable treat.
    A moment later, Dax turned and walked out of the clubhouse. Chloe watched him until the door closed, then she returned her attention to his wound. She gave him a series of shots until his arm went nicely numb. Then she swathed the area in a yellowish substance before putting on some sterile gloves. There was tugging but not any sharp pain, and his mind wandered while she took care of him. Her black hair gleamed in the overhead light, the midnight undertones almost blue. Of course, that could be the drug making him hallucinate. Still, he had the strangest urge to run his fingers through it.
    “Are you?” Romeo asked softly.
    “Am I what?”
    “A stalker.”
    She shrugged, not looking at him. “I owe you, simple as that. A certain person seems to have taken exception to me learning your habits.”
    Her gaze flicked briefly over to the door through which Dax had exited. Something dark and telling shifted in her eyes before disappearing under her poker expression.
    “Yeah, Dax mentioned that,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember helping anyone.”
    She licked her lips. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her glistening mouth and all sorts of filthy images filled his head. She’d look fucking gorgeous on her knees while she sucked his dick.
    “Last year my cousin, Kaiya, was traveling to a symposium for the deaf,” she said. “She was taken at night from outside her hotel.”
    A light bulb clicked on in his brain. He’d helped his brother Branch,