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head spun. She tried to tug away.
    The man
gripped her arm tighter. “No problem, dude, except your interfering in my
scene.” Her assailant yanked her out of Alex's reach.
    “It may be
your scene,” Alex said. “But that is my sub.”
    “Hey, man,
she came to me.” The bastard had the nerve to shake her shoulder as if to prove
his point.
    Mac shook
her head frantically, tried to speak through the gag.
    “She
doesn't appear to agree.”
    “Just
part of the scene. She wanted a rape scene, set it up special. I
didn't hear her using her safe word either.”
    Alex's
eyes on her were cold. Furious.
    He
believed the man. Oh please, no . She
shook her head again, her eyes filling with tears. He'd leave her here, let her
be hurt, and—
    “Remove
her gag,” Alex said. He glanced at an old man standing nearby, watching the
show. “Find a dungeon monitor.”
    “On his
way already,” the old man said.
    “Now
listen, asshole—” The cruel-faced man dragged her farther from Alex.
    “Gentlemen,
what seems to be the problem?” Another man wearing a bright orange vest over a
black shirt frowned at the men.
    “This
little bitch set up a rape scene with me, and now this asshole says she's his
sub and butted into my scene.”
    The
dungeon monitor raised his eyebrows. “Considering Alex is one of the founding
members of this club, I have trouble believing that.” He jerked a chin at Mac.
“Let's hear from the sub. Remove the cuffs and the gag.”
    The
bastard unlocked her cuffs. When he let her go to pocket them, Mac shoved him
as hard as she could and ran straight for Alex. His arms closed around her,
holding her to him. After a breath, she pulled the gag off and turned far
enough to throw it at the man, then tried to burrow into Alex even farther. His
scent of subtle, rich cologne and soap surrounded her, and his firm embrace
held her against his solid body. She'd found her shelter.
    He pressed
a kiss to the top of her head. “Let's have a seat and discuss this,” he said.
    She
stiffened, cold fear rising inside her. Clutching his arms, she stared up into
his forbidding face. “Don't let him take me. Please, Alex, don't.” Now that she
was free, an uncontrollable shaking started deep inside her. The feel of a fist hitting her jaw, the
shock of being slapped, pain from… No. No memories. Not now . Her tears
spilled over, and an ugly sobbing noise escaped. She put her hands over her
mouth.
    “ Shhh , sweetheart.” Alex scooped her up in his
arms and cuddled her to his chest as if she were a puppy. “No one is taking you
anywhere. But I need to know what happened.”
    She buried
her face against his shoulder, unable to stop the violent shudders racking her
body. A minute later he sat down on a couch, but he kept her in his lap, one
arm fixed around her waist, one hand stroking her back. Her cheek rested
against him, and she heard the slow thud of his heart, felt the easy rise and
fall of his chest.
    He wasn't
worried. He could take care of this. Of her.
    Footsteps. Then
the dungeon monitor said, “Alex, this is Steel, and Steel says the sub's name
is MacKensie . He asked her if that was her name.”
    “Asked?”
Alex questioned. “Why did you need to ask her name?”
    “I wanted
to make sure I had the right sub, and she was. Brown top, red
skirt, yellow-brown hair, name of MacKensie .”
    Alex's
body tightened, and anger turned his voice to ice.
“Then MacKensie didn't set this up with you. Someone
else did.”
    “Well,
yeah. She wanted a stranger to grab her and whip her. That was the scenario.
Wouldn't work if she knew me, now would it?”
    Clutching
Alex's shirt like a security blanket, Mac lifted her head to look at Steel. He
had a perplexed look on his face as he ran his hand through shaggy hair.
    The
dungeon monitor scowled. “I'm getting a really bad feeling about this.” He
looked at her, started to speak, and then frowned at Alex instead. “Permission to speak to your