Bjorn: Teutonic Knights Mc
“Ironside asked.
“No,” Peyton replied, not looking up.
He looked at the broken woman sitting at his kitchen table, staring at the floor. He’d put Whiteshirt to the task of finding someplace to take the women and Dolch to the cleaning up the mess, then hustled Peyton out of the clubhouse.
He didn’t know what to do for her. It seemed all the life had gone out of her, as if her reason for living was gone. “What happened wasn’t your fault,” he tried again.
“Okay.”
He frowned, trying to figure out how to reach her. “There’s no way you could have stopped what happened.”
“If I hadn’t taken her out of the room, like Whiteshirt ordered, she couldn’t have taken that guy’s gun. If I hadn’t wanted to stay in the Saracens’ clubhouse so I could keep fucking, we would have left the next morning. If I hadn’t wanted to get fucked by some bikers, we wouldn’t have been picked up by the Saracens.
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