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Never.
Gaping open wounds, those are.
Luck gave me a tall, broad body that packs on muscle easily. Other than a few fists thrown and a lot of bribing, I was left alone in prison.
But now I have a record.
And now I have a mission to stop cults.
Debbie doesn’t know about my deeper mission, but that’s exactly how I want it.
SCREECH!
Deep in my flashback, I don’t see the huge black SUV in front of me, my brakes going nuts trying to do too late what I should have done a second ago. My tiny front bumper damn near goes under the beast’s rear end, but luck is with me. The impact is hard enough to make my neck nearly snap, but not bad enough to set off my airbags.
The driver’s door and the passenger door behind him open in synchrony, two suited, burly guys coming at me, and oh, shit, I’ve gone and hit the wrong car.
Russian oligarch? Mafia? Billionaire?
They’re almost the same thing, but these guys don’t so much look pissed as they look... worried?
“Hey, man,” I say, staying in the car like they’re cops, my hands in the air. Debbie insists we carry, so there’s a handgun under the seat, but it’s as useless as a limp dick on honeymoon night.
And about as painful knowing what I could do with it, if I needed it.
“No damage,” one says to the other, but they both turn as a shapely calf emerges from the other passenger door, followed by the rest of a woman, wearing a large scarf around her head and huge sunglasses.
Ah. I’ve hit a Kardashian.
Even worse.
“Princess!” the younger guy calls out. “Get back in!”
Princess? My heart starts bouncing in my chest.
I look for the diplomat license plates you’d expect.
And for her.
This car’s plates are hard to see at this angle. The spot for them is covered by a tinted plastic “window” covering the spot where the tags should be.
My gut clenches. Stomach spasms.
This is not good. Is Paigelynn in there? This princess shit is getting old, and Rudy is the last fucking person I want to see right now.
And yet, my head’s exploding with victory, because maybe, just maybe, I was right. Debbie made us move here because of my program. Because we thought the newest Virgin was here. If Paigelynn is here now, then that confirms what I suspected.
And leaves me ahead of everyone else.
Barely.
Untraceable bodyguards driving a princess around means these people don’t believe in law. Money is law, for them, and they are above it all.
I am so fucked.
Cars start honking. The bodyguards ignore everything, totally focused on the woman.
“Hey, no trouble, guys,” I call out.
