ending the call, Taurus returned the phone to his belt before repositioning the ladder and getting back to work. His hard cock and thoughts about the upcoming events kept him from focusing fully on what he was doing. Since he was almost done, he stretched to attach the last foot instead of climbing down and moving the ladder one more time.
“Aaarrrggghhh,” he screamed as the ladder tilted over and he went flying.
He did not get too far as his left leg got tangled in the ladder. In the next instant, he landed on the walkway, and red-hot pain shot through his right wrist and left ankle.
“Holy shit,” he heard someone yell as a gray haze descended. “Merlin, get your ass over here. Taurus is trying to kill himself.”
Never one to handle extreme pain well, Taurus kept his eyes open long enough to meet Merlin’s eyes. “Right wrist, left ankle. And no one tells Whitney,” he said, looking from the doctor to Dane just before his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.
“Yeah, right, like she’s not going to notice,” Antony snarked, earning himself a slap to the back of his head from Gentry.
“If you’re not going to help, then go call 911,” his best friend and brother slave said with a disapproving frown.
“Don’t call the ambulance just yet,” Merlin said, kneeling beside the unconscious man and quickly examining his affected limbs. “I don’t think we’ll need them if we can get him to the urgent care. It will be faster and easier. But I agree that no one needs to tell the women.”
Gentry nodded in agreement. “Why don’t you go with them, Antony? Dane and I can stay here and keep working.”
Dane nodded, looking three shades of green. “That sounds like a really good idea.”
Taurus came around as they were lifting him to his feet. He pulled away and looked at his friends. “I’m fine.”
“No, you are not fine,” Merlin said when Taurus flinched after putting his left foot on the ground. “You and I are going to go and get your wrist and ankle looked at. Dane, help him into the SUV.”
“No, not Dane,” Taurus said with a weak smile. “I don’t want him passing out and falling on me.”
The snarky remark reminded everyone of how Dane had passed out and broken his arm when Sloan had given birth to the triad’s twin babies the year before. As Dane turned and walked away, Antony helped Merlin get him into the SUV.
Once the two men were on their way, Antony pulled out his phone and called his Mistress. She needed to know of this kink in the morning’s plans. After telling her of Taurus’s accident, he began to call for reinforcements. If this wedding was to take place as scheduled, they were going to need help and a lot of it.
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When the women returned, Sloan noticed a number of vehicles in the parking lot behind the club that had not been there when they had left a few hours earlier. Dane’s SUV was conspicuously missing. Jenna had gotten a phone call shortly after their arrival at the spa but had not shared the topic. Had something happened to one of her men?
While Jenna and Whitney went upstairs to change into their wedding finery, she hurried to the enclosed garden. The gate was half-open, so she pushed it open and walked inside to find a wedding wonderland.
Looking around, she saw men working quickly under the direction of Sasha and Sinclair, who each held a clipboard. She found Dane, Antony, and Gentry but did not see Merlin or Taurus. She tried to calm her racing heart as she hurried to her Master, who was setting up tables on the other side of the garden.
“What’s happened?”
“What makes you think something has happened?” He turned to her, and she could tell his smile was forced.
“Your SUV isn’t in the parking lot, and Taurus and Merlin aren’t here,” she pointed out.
Before Dane could respond, the familiar sound of the SUV grew as a vehicle pulled into the parking lot before going silent as the engine was cut. Sloan watched