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I almost forget to breathe. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Tag.”

“He isn’t gonna get away with this.”

I rest a hand on his arm. “Tag. I don’t need you doing anything that takes you away from me.”

“Not gonna happen. Not stupid. But he has to learn. And I’m gonna hit him where it hurts.”

“How?”

“You’ll see.”

Panic rises in me. “He’s still my Dad,” I say. “No matter what he’s done.”

“Know it. But he hasn’t learned to respect you over the years, Lu. Plus, he throws your Mom under the bus any chance he gets. That shit ain’t right.”

“Please, don’t hurt him,” I whisper.

He takes a sip and says nothing.

“Tag?”

“I heard you. Piece of shit like him ain’t worth spendin’ my life in jail for, but you won’t have to hear from him again, if you don’t want.”

“I appreciate that. Just… I’d rather you stay away. I gave him a piece of my mind when I yelled at him.”

“What about that other fucker?”

“Brian?” I laugh without humor. “He wasn’t there. But obviously he knows, hell, it was probably his idea.”

“If he contacts you…”

“He won’t.”

“If he does, he’s a dead man.”

I swallow hard. Tag isn’t kidding. He is the most literal man I know.

I dread to think what he’d do to Gary when he finds out. Let’s hope he’s left the state, not that that would stop him.

I’d never want Tag to think any less of me, but it wasn’t like I knew Gary was filming me.

I shudder at the thought.

He notices and looks at me. “What?”

I shake my head. “Can I use your shower?”

“No.” He reaches down and cups my mound. “Think I like the idea of you walkin’ around with my cum still between your legs.”

“Ew.”

He chuckles, nodding toward the bathroom. “Got no girly shit in there.”

“Don’t need girly shit, just soap.” I take another sip. “Ever brought a woman here before?”

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