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with him. Today, however, there had been something different about him. She’d known it from the second he’d picked her up at the hospital.
    What he’d done to her at home had been nothing compared to what he’d had planned for her at the club in plain sight of everyone. He’d actually bragged that he could do whatever he’d wanted to her and no one would challenge him. They’d been there so many times no one would think to question anything he did to her.
    And he’d been right. If the team hadn’t been there, she shuddered to think what would have happened. Hell, she probably would have just stood there and let it happen because she was Dylan’s submissive. He didn’t own her, but she’d given over a portion of her life into his keeping. Too bad he hadn’t deserved it.
    Nicholas’s arms felt so good around her as he tightened his hold on her. He rested his chin on her head, rubbing back and forth. Tawni doubted he even realized he did it. Sebastian, too, ran a hand up and down her ankle, petting her like he might a wild animal. Soothing her. If Tawni had a weakness, that was it. She loved to be touched. Stroked. It was probably why she sought out men like Dylan. To rid herself of weakness. These men, the very ones she needed to be strong in front of, were feeding that stupid weakness. Would they suspect? Worse, would they despise her for the very weakness they were exploiting?
     The drive didn’t take long. All the while, the men murmured around her in hushed tones as if she were at death’s door. Every time they discussed taking her home, Nicholas’s hold on her would tighten and he would growl softly. The deep rumbling in his chest vibrated through her. It wasn’t at all unpleasant.
    In the end, she had no idea where she’d end up and didn’t much care. She was warm. Nicholas’s strong arms were locked around her, making a protective cocoon no one could breach. No matter what happened next, she was safe.
    “Sebastian, you’re with me,” Niko said gruffly. “Wyatt, you and Gray set up watch outside her house. If you see that fuck prowling around, confront him. Make sure he pulls a weapon, then blow his fucking head off. Got it?” Niko didn’t sound like he was joking. Neither did the other two when they acknowledged him.
    “Niko, I’m fine. Really.” Even to herself, she sounded weak. He’d kick her off the team for sure. This was the end of her career. No one would take her after showing such poor judgment. Gritting her teeth, she did her best to hold the tears back, but one slipped out anyway and she turned her head into Niko’s chest to hide it.
    “You let Sebastian be the judge of that,” he said, not missing a step as he took her inside his home, not pausing until they reached a big bed on the second floor.
    “Can you lay on your stomach, Tawni ?” Sebastian’s voice was gentle, soothing. “Did he hit you too much to lay comfortably?”
    “No. I’m fine. I just need a shower—”
    “You need this salve I’m going to put on you. It will take the sting out as well as keep you from getting infected. I need to wash the scratches with peroxide, too.”
    While they worked, Tawni drifted in a state of semi consciousness. She could hear them, but she was so sleepy she could barely register what they said. This usually happened after an intense session, but this was worse than normal. Probably because she didn’t feel the need to be aware of her surroundings.
    After a session like this, Dylan liked to fuck her, looking at his marks on her back and buttocks. He’d said seeing the lashes always got him off. She hadn’t really liked it. During play was one thing, but after it, she was always too drained to enjoy it. And sometimes it hurt more than pleasured her. Not that Dylan had cared.
    This time, however, she knew she didn’t need to worry about one of the guys jumping on her like that. She was lying there. Naked. They were stroking her body, not to pleasure her but to soothe her.