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difficult to do more. “They’re fine,” I say. It’s still painful, but nothing like before.
    His phone beeps. The message reads “You moved.”
    He taps back, “Needed to unbind M.”
    “Heading to van. Sit tight.”
    “They’re going back to the van?” I ask.
    “Looks like it.”
    “So they haven’t done anything yet?”
    Parker sticks the phone in his pocket. “I guess not.”
    “Should we go?”
    “I don’t think you want to get mixed up in the scuffle,” Parker says.
    I manage to make a fist. “I don’t know. Maybe I do.”

Chapter 9: Parker

    I’m not sure Maddie should get back out there. I’m torn. I don’t want someone else finishing my battle for me. But I have to think of her. She’s not like the rest of us. We expect to get in tough situations and punch our way out of them.
    Maybe I can get her to Jo.
    I’m about to text her when there’s a pounding at the door.
    Maddie stifles a squeal and jumps into me. I look around the room for anything that will make a good weapon. The hedge shears are unwieldy. I take the broom that obviously didn’t help with the light leak and break the stick over my knee. Sharp and light. Perfect.
    “Are you going to open it?” Maddie says. If she seemed brave a minute ago, she’s terrified again now.
    “No. Grab my phone and let Colt know we have company,” I tell her.
    The door bulges down low from somebody’s kick. It’s a powerful move, so likely one of the fighters. No telling how many there will be. I know better than to open the door. Let them tire themselves out on it first.
    Every fight, in the cage or out, is all about how much gas you have in the tank. I’m happy to let them use up theirs.
    Maddie sends the text. The door resounds with a regular BOOM BOOM BOOM. They aren’t really making any headway. These metal-core doors have a lot of resistance.
    I look above us to see if there is a way out. The ceiling is twelve feet, easy. We could climb the shelves, but unless there’s a lot of braces, the recessed ceiling won’t support any weight.
    The bottom corner of the door starts to bend in, but the lock holds tight. The kicks stop.
    Voices. I wonder if Jax and Colt have come up on them yet.
    Then the kicks return, not on the door, but the wall next to it. Of course. Much easier to break through drywall and plaster.
    Within six kicks, the wall starts crumbling on our side. I’m trying to decide my plan of action. Wait until someone gets through and start smashing? Or open the door and get an element of surprise? Maddie might be able to escape if I did.
    “Only one is going to fit through that hole at a time,” Maddie whispers. “Just take them down as they enter. Stab their damn eyes out.”
    Old Maddie. Feisty take-no-prisoners Maddie. But still, I know all it takes is one thought of Lily to bring back the mother version. The more you have to lose, the scarier life gets.
    There are more kicks farther down. That one makes faster progress. Now the game has changed. If there are several of them, they’ll make it in.
    “Maddie, I’m going to open the door. When I do, I’m going to rush anyone who is out there. You’re going to have to run.”
    “Shit, Parker.”
    “You can make it to the outside. I know it.”
    Maddie clutches the phone. “I won’t leave you.”
    “Yes, you will. Take the phone and call 911 if you need to. Do whatever you have to do.” I am done with Colt and his friend. Time to end this bullshit.
    I can see the bare leg and fight shorts of somebody. They’ll be in any second.
    “Time to go,” I tell her and press a quick kiss to her lips. “It will be fine.”
    A face peeks into the hole. Maddie stifles a scream. I turn to look. It’s the mangled mug of Crunch, a guy I fought a year or so ago. I kick him straight in the nose and he falls back.
    “Time to hit it,” I say. I unlatch the door and fling it open. I don’t even get a head count before I launch into action, cracking the broom handle against the