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Did your bastard ex do this to you?”
    I shake my head, ignoring the pain. “It’s no concern of yours what has happened or will happen to me. You gave up the right to even ask a long damn time ago.”
    I push through the pain, sit up, and scoot to the edge of the bed. After tossing my bare legs over the bed, I realize that I’m completely naked. “Where the hell are my clothes?”
    “When I found you, you were just wearing a bra and panties. They were covered in blood, so Doc cut them off. Brew’s old lady tried to put a tee shirt on you, but you were moaning. Doc said it was better to leave you the way you were until you woke up.”
    His words spark a memory of me getting out of bed and pulling off my blood covered clothes. The pain was so severe that I gave up and crawled back in bed, with only my panties and bra on.
    Jerking the sheet up, I nearly fall off the bed. Smoke is quick to reach out and grab me, laying me back down. His hand brushes across my ribs, causing me to cry out in pain. He instantly lets me go and takes a step back, holding his hands up in front of him.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. I just didn’t want you to fall,” he apologizes, taking his seat again.
    “My name is Gidget,” I say, clenching my teeth. “The right to call me baby is something else you gave away a long time ago.”
    He simply nods, not saying a word. Still, I can see a hint of pain in his eyes. For some reason, I feel the need to apologize. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, but every inch of my body is covered in bruises.”
    “I need you to tell me what happened, so I can take care of it,” he says, dropping his elbows to his knees and leaning forward. “Who did this to you, Gidget?”
    “I don’t want you to take care of anything,” I reply, closing my eyes. “I just want to get my son and get the hell out of this town. I don’t belong here. Never should have come back.”
    “Where are you planning to go?” he asks, anger lacing through his voice.
    That’s a good question, something that I can’t answer right now. “That’s none of your business.”
    “What if the fucker that did this finds you? What if he gets his hands on your son next time? Have you thought about that?”
    He’s right. I don’t like to admit that, but he is. If they find me, there wouldn’t be anything I could do to protect Parker. I couldn’t even protect myself the first time. Now that I’m hurt, it will be even worse, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
    “If I tell you what happened, will you take me to my son?” I open my eyes and plead with him. All I want right now is to make sure Parker is okay.
    “No,” he says with a shake of my head. “But I will bring him to you. You’re in no shape to get out of the bed right now.”
    I know he’s right, so I tell him what he needs to know. “All I know is a group of guys rode up to the house yesterday. They were on bikes but not wearing cuts.”
    The chair scrapes against the floor as Smoke pushes himself closer to the bed. “What did they want?”
    Just talking is taking all of my energy. “One of them started asking a bunch of questions. I didn’t have any answers for him. I tried telling him I just got into town, but he wouldn’t listen. When I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to know, he started hitting me.”
    “What did they look like?” Smoke asks, then adds, “Anything that could help me find them, tell me about their bikes or anything.”
    I close my eyes again, trying to remember everything that happened. “The guy that hit me was the leader. He was filthy, obviously a meth head. He said he was gonna kill me next time if I didn’t have an answer for him.”
    Smoke mumbles out a curse, but I ignore him and continue on. “He said I should know the name of the man that was gonna kill me. Torch… his name is Torch.”
    The energy in the room changes as Smoke stands up and sends his fist into the wall, leaving a hole in the old