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Okay, yeah, with a few more moves than I had back then… but it was like it was new. Bright and shiny and new.

What I loved about her was she had enough gumption to push back when she needed to – like when she told me to pull out (not fun in the moment, but mmm… she actually made it pretty hot). But she could roll with it, too, and hang on. Like when she squirted. Which was fucking hot. I knew she was on the edge, and I wanted to take her there, and she went. She went all the way.

I figured Fiona would potentially go all the way in a lot of things.

Not just sex. I mean life. She was the first woman I felt like I might be able to trust since Sloane.

But unlike Sloane, I felt I could trust Fiona’s inherent goodness and internal compass to keep her away from sliding into the abyss.

Not like Sloane.

Not like Lou, who seemed to prefer the abyss.

Shit.

Lou.

And just like that, all the magic of the last two hours evaporated, and real life reared its ugly head.

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Ipadded out to the kitchen and found my phone.

A shit-ton of texts from various guys in the MC, mostly one who hadn’t been there at the strip club, asking what the fuck was going on. A few level heads were like, Shut up and wait. There’ll be a meeting tomorrow for sure.

Yeah.

There sure as hell would be.

And another body just might have to be disposed of afterwards.

I was dead-set on making sure that if it was going to be anybody’s, the corpse would be Lou’s, not mine.

One text from Kade.

Call me.

I dialed him up. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey. What’s the word?”

“Benjy’s in surgery right now.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“How bad we talkin’?”

“The bullets didn’t hit his heart or any arteries, and both his lungs are intact.”

“Well that’s good.”

“Yeah, but they had to open him up to stop some internal bleeding.”

“Shit.” I frowned. “Wait – where are you?”

“The ER.”

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