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Sully. Which apparently had been the right move, because it hit home right then just how much the woman had been abused.
    “Was she your wife at that time, Marek?” Carrillo asked again, taking a step closer to crowd my friend’s personal space.
    “No, she wasn’t. But it doesn’t matter. He has to die.” His focus was rigid, and I feared he was gonna pull the trigger, putting us all in grave danger with such a rash, knee-jerk reaction. Like I said, the bastard would have been dead if Addy had been the one who’d been violated. But Marek was more levelheaded than I was, and right then I prayed for him to remain somewhat calm and eventually back away without bringing the axe down on all our heads.
    “No, he doesn’t. While I don’t condone what he did, you cannot exact revenge on him because he mistreated a woman you didn’t even know at the time.” Carrillo’s words were calm but his tone was borderline deadly, realizing the possibility of a war erupting.
    Placing my hand on Marek’s shoulder, I leaned in and urged him to put the gun down. “Don’t do this. Not right now. Sully needs you. Save it for another time.” His breaths were still ragged from exertion, but he heard my words. What I’d said flipped some switch inside him enough to withdraw his weapon from the man’s head.
    “This isn’t over, Yanez,” Marek growled. “Now get the fuck out of my club.”
    Both men disappeared from the clubhouse, Carrillo glancing back at Marek with a look in his eyes which was something akin to an apology.

Adelaide
    “Are you ever going to learn, Tripp?” I asked, laughing and gently hitting him on the arm. The man was something else, his prior wounds doing nothing to change his demeanor or attitude. If anything, he probably thought he was invincible. But I guessed being shot four times and surviving would make anyone think they were untouchable.
    What had happened to him was horrible, yet it was another reminder why I chose to stay away from the club’s lifestyle. Even though Stone promised me they were looking for ways to make sure their future was secure . . . and on the right side of the law.
    Yeah, I would believe that when I saw it.
    “Nope, not if I can help it, sweetheart,” he jested, swallowing the last of his drink. He was not drunk by any means, but was well on his way to feeling nice and relaxed.
    “You know you’re not supposed to drink and take pain medication at the same time, don’t you? Not such a smart move,” I warned, my face suddenly becoming very serious. From what little I learned about Tripp during the time I watched over him after he’d been shot, I knew him to have a good heart. His laughter was rich, his jovial attitude standing out amongst the seriousness of his brothers. I was sure there was a dark side hidden underneath, but I couldn’t determine whether or not what he showed to the world was a façade or the truth. Either way, I liked him.
    He was forever flirting with me, but I knew he was harmless, although Stone would argue the exact opposite. When I’d asked Tripp if there was someone special in his life, a brief dark look clouded his piercing green eyes, but it disappeared too quick to read further into it. For any woman who was comfortable in this type of lifestyle, Tripp was quite the catch.
    The man was gorgeous, a fact I made sure to keep to myself, just in case my admission fueled his flirtation into something more. Plus, I didn’t need Stone to keep questioning me about him because I thought he was attractive. He did that enough already. He hated the attention I gave the nomad, but it was ridiculous. I’d overseen his recovery, no more, no less.
    But Stone was a jealous, possessive ass sometimes. I knew this when I became involved with him, and it was another reason I was unwilling to become even more attached. Most times, I wanted to slap him for acting crazy. The other times, well . . . I just ignored him and went on about my business. Which drove him