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arm of the first guy I see.
    Maddie takes off down the hall. One of the guys acts like he’s going to follow, but I smash the handle into his knees, knocking him to the ground.
    Someone jumps on my back. I ignore him, clearing a path with the broom handle. There’s only four of them. I handled three of them earlier, and by the looks of it, these have already been in matches today and are probably worn down.
    They are not going to be able to manage me.
    Whoever is on my back is clinging like a damn monkey. No one is approaching me for the moment, so I pry a hand off my chest. It has black fingernail polish. A girl.
    “You have three seconds to jump off before I slam you backward into the wall,” I say.
    She doesn’t move. I step over to the wall. When Crunch comes forward, I swing the stick at him. He barely jumps out of the way.
    “One, two, THREE,” I say rapidly and lurch backward, although I’ve left room for her to bail.
    Sure enough, she flies off me, landing on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.
    “What the hell is wrong with you people?” I say. “Are you all trying to get your asses thrown in jail? At least in the cage you’re making money.”
    Striker isn’t in this group. No telling what he’s said to them to make them think they should come after me.
    I back away from them, the direction Maddie went. They all look at each other, not sure what to do. Crunch holds his face, which is bleeding profusely.
    When I’ve made it far enough that I can safely turn around, I take off in a dead sprint. Damn it. I finally got Maddie safe and now we’re separated again.

Chapter 10: Maddie

    I’ve had enough of this night. I stop running for a moment, trying to catch my breath. The phone in my hand has buzzed several times, but I didn’t want to stop and look until I was sure no one was behind me.
    I push against a door and blessedly, it opens.
    It’s a break room with a rusty sink. I run over to the faucet and twist the handle, splashing water on my face. It’s blissful. I drink and drink, so tired and thirsty and DONE with this horror.
    I snatch up the phone. Colt has said in one message that he’s on his way. Then another asks why Parker is running. An unidentified person who I assume is Jax has said, “STOP.”
    I’ll go with the last one.
    There’s another exit to the room on the other side, so I collapse to the floor halfway between them and lean against the cabinets. This way if someone comes in, I can run for the opposite door. I want to scream, cry, break things, throw something. I want to go home.
    Another buzz. “Jax is almost there,” Colt says. “I’m going after Striker.”
    I wrap my arms around my legs, folded up in a tight ball. When this mysterious Jax shows up, I’m going to ask him to guide me out of here. I can take a taxi back to the hotel. Or somewhere. To Jo, maybe.
    There are almost no sounds on this end of the warehouse. The faucet drips where I must not have tightened the handle enough. No footsteps or voices.
    I lay my head on my knees, even though I know I should watch the doors. I’m suddenly exhausted. It was just before midnight when Parker and I left the Strip for the tattoo parlor and started all this mess. It has to be two in the morning by now.
    I open my eyes and press the button on the phone to activate the screen. It’s 2:17. I was close. In the background is an image of Parker and Lily. He’s dressed like a clown and Lily is laughing. I watch it until it starts to fade out, then the screen goes back to sleep mode. I click it again, just to see them.
    I figure the cops aren’t here because that way we can avoid the press. If that happens, there will be names and identities that could lead people to Lily. Parker and I agreed when we got back together to keep very quiet after all that happened with Colt and Jo. Lily is more important than anything else.
    I press the photos icon and start flipping through his images. Almost everything is of us. Lily at the