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naked.
    “Shit,” he muttered, twisting with difficulty under his fence of limbs. He reached out to his phone.
    He checked the display, his brows drew together at the “unknown caller” he saw on the screen as he touched his thumb to it to take the call.
    “Yo,” he said into the phone.
    “Shy?” a woman asked, she sounded weird, far away, quiet.
    “You got me,” he answered.
    “It’s Tabby.”
    He shot to sitting in bed, limbs flying and they weren’t his.
    “Listen, I’m sorry,” her voice caught like she was trying to stop crying or, maybe, hyperventilating, then she whispered, “So, so sorry but I’m in a jam. I think I might even be kinda… um, in trouble.”
    “Where are you?” he barked into the phone, rolling over the woman at his side and finding his feet.
    “I… I… well, I was with this old friend and we were. Damn, um…” she stammered as Shy balanced the phone between ear and shoulder and tugged on his jeans.
    “Babe, where are you?” he repeated.
    “In a bathroom,” she told him, as he tagged a tee off the floor and straightened, waiting for her to say more.
    When she didn’t, gently, he prompted, “I kinda need to know where that bathroom is, sugar.”
    “I, uh… this guy is… um, I didn’t know it, obviously, but I think he’s—” another hitch in her breath before she whispered so low he barely heard “—a bad dude.”
    Fuck.
    Shit.
    Fuck.
    He nabbed his boots off the floor and sat on the bed to yank them on with his socks, asking, “Do I need backup?”
    “I don’t want anyone…” she paused. “Please, don’t tell anyone. Just… can you please just text me when you’re here? I’ll stay in the bathroom, put my phone on vibrate so no one will hear, and I’ll crawl out the window when you get here.”
    “Tab, no one is gonna think shit. Just give me the lay of the land. Are you in danger?”
    “I’ll crawl out the window.”
    He gentled his voice further and stopped putting on his boots to give her his full attention.
    “Tabby, baby, are you in danger?”
    “I… well, I don’t know really. There’s a lot of drugs and I saw some, well, a lot of guns.”
    Shit.
    “Address, honey,” he urged, and she gave it to him.
    Then she said, “Don’t tell anyone, please. Just text.”
    “I’ll give you that if you keep me notified and often. Text me. Just an ‘I’m okay’ every minute or so. I don’t get one, I’ll know you’re not and I’m bringin’ in the boys.”
    “I can do that,” she agreed.
    “Right, hang tight, I’ll be there.”
    “Uh… thanks, Shy.”
    “Anytime, Tab. Yeah?”
    He waited, and it felt like years before she whispered, “Yeah.”
    He disconnected, pulled on his last boot, and stood, tugging on his tee as he turned to his bed. One of the women was up on an elbow and blinking at him. The other was still out.
    As he found his knife in the nightstand and shoved the sheath into his belt, he ordered, “Get her ass up. Both of you need to get dressed and get gone.” He reached into the nightstand and grabbed his gun, shoving it into the back waistband of his jeans and pulling his tee over it. “You got fifteen minutes to get out. You’re not gone by the time I get back, I will not be happy.”
    “Sure thing, babe,” the awake one muttered. She lifted a hand to shove at the hip of her friend.
    Jesus.
    Slicing a glance through them he knew he was done. Some of the brothers, a lot older than him, enjoyed as much as they could get, however that came, and they didn’t limit it to two pieces of ass.
    He’d had that ride and often.
    It hit him right then it went nowhere.
    He’d never, not once, walked up to a woman who looked lost without him and became found the second she saw him. Who leaned into him the minute he touched her. Who made him laugh so hard, his head jerked back with it. Whose mouth he could take and the world melted away for him just as he made that same shit happen for her.
    And he would not get that if he