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His facial expression remained masterfully neutral, while he radiated this melancholy energy with an intensity that… I didn’t know if you could fake that.

“What about you being here, in my house?” I asked, trying to shift the topic. “You already said you didn’t come to kill me, so what is this?”

“I came because youowe me,” he said, propping his hands on the counter and fixing me with this hungry ass stare. “My home… all my favorite spots to kick it… all of that is burnt because of you.”

“They let you go.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “But I don’t think I feel as safe as I used to. So I came to see whatyourspot was looking like. This isnice,” he said, grabbing a paper towel to wipe his hands as he looked around in a very pointed manner. “I bet you’ve got a spare room.”

My eyebrows shot up. “I know you don’t think you’re stayinghere?” I asked, in full disbelief because… “What part ofI don’t fucking know youwasn’t clear?”

“Just for the night, Tati; you can spare a room for aPredator,right?”

“There are bunks at the clubhouse,” I told him, shaking my head. “And it’s not that far away.”

“Yeah, but… I’m exhausted. Probably not very safe for me to be on my bike, honestly. I need to sleep off whatever the fuck I got injected with,” he said over an exaggerated yawn. “I’m still feeling a bit loopy.”

Damn.

He knew exactly how to prey on my guilt.

“Let me make a phone call,” I said, not turning my back to him before I slipped my cell from the pocket of my sleep shorts.

“Fine by me.” He shrugged. “I’m gonna see what you’ve got to drink.”

Of course he is.

I unlocked my phone screen, considering my options for a moment before I called Brandon, knowing that was the best course of action. After a few rings, he answered, breathless, making me cringe as he said, “Guilt keeping you up?”

“In a manner of speaking,” I replied, slipping out of the doorway as Onyx helped himself to my fridge. “Found your lost pet.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, he showed up at my door and scared the shit outta me, on purpose. Turns out he’s definitely a... mercenary, or whatever they call it.”

“No shit, Tati.”

“Don’t start,” I warned. “He’s… insisting on using my guest room. They injected him with something, and he claims he can’t ride. Even though he got here somehow.”

“He’s fucking with you.”

“No shit, Brandon.”

He chuckled. “I’m not sure what you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to get him out of here.”

“You made this mess, Tati; you clean it up.”

My mouth dropped. “So you’re good with this stranger nigga in my house alone?”

“If you really thought you were in any kind of danger, this would be a very different phone call, wouldn’t it?”

Shit.

He had a point there, but—

“Tati, I’m balls deep in my lady right now, I gotta go,” Brandon grunted.

“Ugh. Goodbye,” I whined, nose wrinkled as I hung up the phone.

I peeked around the door frame to find Onyx grinning at me.

“So!” he said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “Give me the tour.”

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