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Eyes locked on mine with a growing confidence, Kota smirks before correcting Lisann. “Step.”

“Dakota.”

No one acknowledges Guy or his fatherly reprimand.

“Want to get out of here?” I ask Kota.

Her nod is immediate.

Taking her hand, I turn for my Ram, still keeping myself between her and Guy.

Kota looks around me to tell Lisann, “The front’s all yours. So is Guy.”

Guy yells, “Da-kota!” at our backs, breaking up the syllables to let us know he means business. But his business no longer includes Kota. She said she was done with him. Nothing else needs to be discussed. We’re leaving. Together.

“Why are you even bothering with her, pet? This is what you wanted.”

That has my mind racing. I’ve heard it before. Not just Lisann’s voice, but that nickname—pet—in Lisann’s voice.

Everything falls into place. It was Lisann I overheard in Kota’s room. Guy wasn’t watching porn. He was having phone sex. Months ago. He absolutely was cheating on Kota, and for a hell of a lot longer than I originally thought, too.

Kota’s steps falter. Does she realize the same thing?

“I never said that,” Guy argues with one girl before pleading with the other, “Kota, I never said that.”

Kota whirls back around.

I shoot Tina a look before following Kota’s lead.

“Is… Is Lisann your Dommy?” she asks him.

The Mathewses snicker behind me.

Guy opens his mouth to answer Kota, but for once, nothing comes out.

I debate pulling my phone out to record the momentous occasion.

Lisann brushing past Guy’s shoulder snaps him out of his glitch.

But not fast enough. She’s headed this way with too much menace for my liking.

“Get your fucking bitch,” I threaten, nudging Kota behind me.

Guy doesn’t heed my warning, but Lisann does, stopping all on her own.

Throwing my hand off, Kota sidesteps me, sneering, “Does that make me yours?”

“Yeah,” I answer automatically before I realize what she asked. Does that make her my bitch. “You know what I meant,” I say quieter, only getting an incredulous-as-hell lip curl. “I didn’t—”

Lisann interrupts my apology. “He wouldn’t have needed me to be his Dommy if you had any sort of authority in bed.” And then…she giggles. With a hand over her mouth and everything.

I side-eye Kota and see it—the look she gets before she lashes out.

Shit.

The next instant, she’s lunging forward and throwing one of those wild, semi-closed fists at Lisann, hitting some part of her face. I think her eyebrow.

We’re gonna work on that. We’re gonna work on everything. Not only is her technique shit but so is her aim.