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felt wrapped
around her arm.
    “Damn it, Elena. Tell me what’s going on.”
    Violent emotion made her sick to her stomach. If she spoke
the words out loud it would give them validation. It would mean the unthinkable
had really just happened. She reached her car and realized her bag, along with
her keys and wallet, was still stowed in her locker in the club.
    Nothing was going right tonight.
    Absofuckinglutely nothing.
    She leaned against the door, rubbing between her eyebrows.
She toyed with idea of simply waiting him out, but she’d known him long enough
to know he was persistent. “He’ll review the incident with Chaplin and ten to
one I’ll be stripped of my membership and position of seniority, all right? A
good chunk of people will get caught up in the same shitstorm because there has
obviously been some kind of breakdown in communications within the club
hierarchy.”
    “You can’t go back?”
    She hauled in a slow, deep breath in an effort to steady her
frazzled nerves. “No, I can’t. I’m done for right now until something is worked
out. And knowing Chaplin, he won’t be in any kind of rush to invite me back.
Especially because everyone probably thinks you’re with me and it’s hard to
miss the fact you’re nearly three sheets to the wind.”
    The thought terrified her. Not just because of what it meant
for her in regards to the club. So much of what she knew was through those
doors. Sanctuary had proven itself useful when she needed it at times, but the
club would always be the place where she knew she had friends she could count
on. A family when she had none. But also because of the fact Alex had gotten
behind the wheel after more than a few drinks at the wedding. It was
irresponsible and completely out of character.
    He was lucky the only trouble he’d caused was inside the
club.
    Alex’s expression softened as he smoothed a hand over her
cold shoulder. “Will you at least explain what happened?”
    The desperation in his voice couldn’t be missed, annoying
her. He had no right to ask this of her, not right now. No matter how good a
friend he was. “I don’t owe you anything.”
    He sighed heavily as she shrugged away his touch. “I can’t
believe I’m going to say this because Patrick said the very same thing to me,
but I’d like to know what I did. Why you refused to do whatever you were
supposed to back there.”
    The car shifted as he leaned against the front quarter
panel. Worry had caused frown lines to develop on his forehead and despite the
fact he was more responsible for this than she was, she felt bad about the
whole situation. He’d clearly walked into something that had put him in over
his head and didn’t have a clue how to handle the consequences.
    She wasn’t in the mood to pretty up his punishment with
dainty words. “Rule-breakers are dealt with swiftly and efficiently at Element.
They are made an example of to keep others from thinking they can try
something. Public humiliation,” she added when he stared blankly. “You would
have been stripped of your clothing, strapped to whatever element the Dom in
charge decided and forced to face whatever punishment was also decided.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Yes.” The stunned note in his voice further added to the
list of reasons why he shouldn’t have been in the club. “The rules are in place
there for a reason and for everyone’s protection.”
    “So you would have beaten me?”
    “Putting the no-frills treatment on it?” Elena snorted and
shook her head. “It wouldn’t have happened however you’re thinking.” None of it
would. She would have done everything in her power to ensure nothing like he’d
just described happened.
    That wasn’t Alex. Most of all, it wasn’t her. She’d always
taken a more elegant approach to her domination than most.
    “But that’s the gist of it, isn’t it?” His voice was quiet
as he asked.
    “Correct.” She paused for a moment and decided she couldn’t
deal with