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“Lasso is going to fucking kill me,” Cross complained as he raked both hands through his hair, a worried and slightly annoyed look on his face.

I sighed, trying not to hold it against him but he made it hard. “Too bad I moved so quickly, huh? You could have been rid of me permanently.” He scowled and me; Moon gasped, glaring at him.

“Don’t worry Moon, he doesn’t like me but he’s stuck with me for the moment so I’m safe.”

“Let me help you to your car,” she insisted, and I let her because it was nice to have someone fussing over me for no reason other than they were a good person.

“Thank you, Moon. If I make it through this, I’d love to come to a class.” I hugged her in an odd show of sentimentality before using my good arm to propel myself into the truck.

“Goodbye, Rocky. Cross,” she said with a hint of censure when she said his name before walking away, leaving a melody of clashing bangles in her wake.

“I don’t dislike you,” Cross said with a hint of annoyance. “I’m just worried about my friend.”

There was no point even trying to reply to that. No matter how many times I told him that I didn’t want Lasso hurt any more than he did, he wouldn’t believe me. So I was done defending myself.

“Then don’t tell him it happened. It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Is that how you live your life, keeping secrets?” He sounded so disdainful and disgusted I wanted to jump out of the car just to get away from him.

“There’s no one in my life to keep secrets from. It’s just me.” It used to be just me.

“Not anymore.”

“We’ll see about that,” I told him because I was pretty sure that this would all end just how I thought it would. Badly.

My gaze stayed on the blurry asphalt as we zoomed back to the compound and when we arrived in the parking lot I muttered a rushed, “Thanks,” and made my way to the tiny apartment that was my temporary home. I climbed the stairs, undressed on my way to the bed and curled up under the blankets where I let myself cry until my eyes ran dry.

And I stayed there for the next four days.

Chapter 20

Lasso

“She hasn’t left the apartment in five days and I don’t know what in the hell to do about it.”

Jag and I were inside my house again, assessing the damage left by Genesis’ thugs and looking for any clues we could find.

“She won’t talk, only eats enough to keep from being sick and she cries all the damn time, man. She thinks I can’t hear it.”

Jag’s eyebrows rose. “In that shoebox?”

“Right? She hides it behind the shower, the toilet, cooking or anything else she can find to hide the sound of her tears. What the fuck?”

Jag shrugged, pensive as always while he looked around the place.

“Put yourself in her position, Lasso. She’s stuck with a bunch of strangers who made it no secret they don’t trust her, pregnant and married to a man she doesn’t know and who doesn’t love her. I’m stressed and it’s not my life.”

He made a good point and I nodded, going to the back of the house to check things out. “They got in through here, cut out one window on the door.” They’d just smashed shit up, probably in anger or maybe just because they could.

“You hear that?” Jag put two fingers to his lips and pointed to the front where I heard a car door shut. “Stay here, I’ll cover the front entrance.”

I nodded and watched him go, my heart racing as I waited. And waited.

The doorbell rang and I held my breath until it became clear these assholes were bold as fuck. I joined Jag just as the door opened to reveal two assholes, one black and one white, both of them with Killer Aces on their jackets.

“We don’t want any,” I said.

“Good, because we ain’t selling asshole.”

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