"N-n-no, I-I'd rather die than go back there."
Before I could help myself, I had her in my arms. One arm was wrapped possessively around her. My other hand was pressed to the back of her head, pushing her head to my chest. She was sobbing and trembling. I felt sick to my stomach, the feeling sobering me up a little.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm so sorry... Please don't cry."
"I-I-I can't go back there, Havoc... I-I w-won't-"
"Shhh," I cut her off. "I would never send you away again, Bly," I told her. "Even if I tried... Every single person here would kick my a.ss. They'd start with the pregnant ladies, then the rest of the ol' ladies, then my brothers, and then I would be kicked out of here for good."
"K-Karma wouldn't k-kick you out of the club," she blubbered, clinging to my cut.
