MikeShe was alive. Hurt, but alive. My heart started beating again when she finally moved, turning her head toward the door. I kicked away the gun lying beside Dean, just out of his reach, and got to her. Her cheek was already swollen, and blood continued to drip from her lower lip.
“Mike,” she whispered when she saw me, her head titling to one side. “I left the clubhouse.” Her confession made me smile, on the inside. On the outside my muscles were tense and my blood boiled.
“I see that.” I wiped the blood away from her lip and looked down at Dean, who was still holding his leg and trying to scoot his ass out of the room.
Seeing her with his hands on her like that brought back too many memories of finding her in her room huddled in the corner after her stepfather had gotten a hold of he
