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clearing his throat.

Turning to face my cousin, I’m also met with a heated stare from Coyote.

Shit, did I say something wrong?

“She’ll do,” Izzy whispers and I whip my head back around to face the woman.

What the hell?

Seriously.

“Izzy, shut it,” The man, I now know as Twister reprimands.

Standing up from the stool, I turn to my cousin and Coyote. “I’m going to go lay down.” With that I put my head down and head out of the kitchen. Turning toward the hall I slowly make my way to the room.

I don’t know why Izzy’s words hurt me so much. I get she was protecting Coyote, but I wasn’t there to cause any harm to anyone. Nor was I there to cause problems.

I know I said I’d stay and let the club handle everything; however, maybe it would be best for everyone if I left. Get in a car and drive. Go somewhere where no one would find me.

Yeah, that’s what I should do. Making it to the door of the room I’d been in, I close my eyes as I put my hand on the knob and twist it to open. Once I’m in the room I close and lock it behind me, leaving me in the darkness of the room. Removing the hoodie I'd been wearing, I move toward the bathroom. I’d spotted it earlier. Granted it didn’t cross my mind at the time, the pain is more than I can bear.

Grabbing the razor off the counter, I break the plastic off in order to get the blades free. Three tiny blades that can do just what I need them to do. Sliding out of my leggings, I sit on the floor and in the darkness of the room, making the first slice into my skin. With these blades they are not big enough to do major damage but it gives me what I need. The stinging pain that wipes away all thoughts of what happened to me. Just as it did when the hooded man raped me. I just want it all to go away.

Slice after slice, I allow myself to become absorbed by the fact I’m not what everyone thinks. No one knows the real me. I’m not strong. I’m weak.

Chapter Twelve

Coyote

“Izzy, I swear to fuckin’ God, sometimes you don’t think when you do shit,” Twister tells his ol’ lady, turning Izzy to face him.

“I was thinking. Hell, I thought about it the whole way here,” she snaps.

“Do you realize that is Grigory’s cousin and he’s fuckin’ standing over there. And the fact you all but insulted his cousin in front of him, that’s not good Izzy. You know who he is and what he’s capable of. Shit, he’s been around the clubhouse more than enough times for you to know you don’t fuck with him,” Twister growls, holding her firmly in his arms.

“I know exactly who she is to him. That doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that I protect my family. Coyote and Cody are family,” Izzy yells, directly in his face.

“Izzy, love you woman, but I don’t need you to interfere. What I need for you to do is not make Tinsley feel like she doesn’t belong here. She’s my ol’ lady and you didn’t just disrespect her. You disrespected me,” I say firmly letting her know I’m pissed with her.

Sometimes with Izzy we have to deal with her with a firm but gentle hand. Especially when it comes to those closest to her. She’ll go to bat for anyone, but if you are in her heart then she’ll pull out the brass knuckles for you.

“As well as me, I respect your ol’ man but do not think I won’t protect Tinsley. I will do everything in my power to protect my cousin.” Grigory states as he focuses on Izzy before he turns it to Twister. “Twister, I expect you to deal with her punishment as I know you will; however, next time she does this I will handle it myself.”

“Grigory, you have my word Izzy will be apologizing to Tinsley, isn’t that right baby?” Twister says. As much as the man loves his wife he never puts up with her bullshit. Sure, he allows her to have her temper tantrums and be who she is. But at the same time, he knows when to reel her in and make sure she does what’s needed.

“I’m sorry, Grigory, and yes I will apologize to your cousin. But please understand where I’m coming from. I just