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Prologue

“I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.”

-Kellie Elmore

I couldn’t see shit and I had no idea how long I’d been walking—no, stumbling down the road, and I didn’t care. Everything was dark ahead, my vision was blurry, and my chest ached.

Fox? Fucking Fox? She was fucking Fox.

Harley Wyatt had been mine for five years. She was wild and drove me crazy, but she was mine. From the moment I’d laid eyes on her, something told me to steer clear, but I’d approached her anyway. She was sitting at the bar at Daggers drinking shots of tequila with her feet propped up on a cardboard box. As soon as I was at her side she glanced over at me and rolled her eyes.

“Get lost,” she grumbled, threw back her shot, and made a face as she swallowed the liquid.

“What’s in the box?”

“Dicks.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I like to cut them off of men who try to hit on me in bars and keep them as souvenirs.”

“Oh, and what makes you think I’d let you get anywhere near my dick?”

She scoffed, and before I knew what was happening she reached out and grabbed the front of my jeans. My reflexes kicked in just in time for me to back away, but not before her hand grazed my junk.

“Shit,” I shouted out in surprise, and she threw her head back and laughed.

“My, my, my. It would be shameful for all of that to go to waste.”

“Trust me, it’s never wasted, sweetheart.”

“Hmm, tell you what. If you buy me a drink I may let you keep it.”

“That’s not how I do business. It’s only fair that if I do something for you, you do something for me.” She narrowed her eyes and pinched her lips together.

“Name. Tell me your name.” I grinned and her face visibly relaxed.

“Harley.”

“I’m Mack.”


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