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Shit. No one had thought further than meeting with Oliver the other morning and getting the money back. None of the Handlers had thought he’d have big-enough balls to approach her after getting his ass kicked by Spec and Lock. Hell, she also thought he’d hide away and lick his wounds.
She had no more backup or prospects tailing her every time she left the house.
Today, she was on her own, winging it.
“It’s an ol’ lady, and what I am is none of your fucking business anymore.”
“This was not the plan, Brenna,” he spoke down to her as if she was a petulant child making them late for a party.
“The plan?” she shouted before glancing around. Thankfully, the outburst didn’t draw unwanted attention, though maybe she’d be better off with some extra eyes on her.
“Yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “You weren’t supposed to go slumming with the biker trash.”
“Oh, gosh, my bad,” she said in a syrupy tone. “What was the plan then? For me to be assaulted and harmed at the hands of criminals for a few days before you were able to scrape together enough money to pay off your debts?”
He had the audacity to look unashamed.
“Just go, Oliver. It’s over. We never have to see each other again. Hopefully, you won’t be stupid enough to borrow money from loan sharks again.”
He snorted. “Loan sharks you’re fucking.”
Brenna didn’t bother to correct him. She wasn’t fucking loan sharks—just one loan shark.
And it was more than fuck—
Nope. No, it’s not. It’s nothing more than that.
“Oliver. Go.”
“No.” He crowded her against the car. “I’m not going anywhere. You owe me.”
“Owe you?” she shrieked. “Have you lost your mind?’
He pointed to his face. “I’ve missed three days of work because of you. Because you couldn’t go along with the plan. You had to play the victim and get them on your side.”
“Oh my God.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “You have. You’ve lost your freakin’ mind.”
Fine. Two could play dirty. “You know what, Oliver? I am his ol’ lady, and if you don’t get the hell out of my way, I’ll get Lock and Spec to pay you a little visit in the middle of the night. Trust me, you’ll be longing for days when all you had were bruises.”
She’d never, but the words had the desired effect. Fear flashed in his eyes. And when she rammed her knee upward for a swift shot to his balls, well, he doubled over, gagging and groaning. It allowed her to shove him away and turn to Caleb.
“Sorry about that, you little drooly monster. Let’s get home to Daddy. Your Daddy. Not mine. Oh my God, never mind.” The baby looked at her with a slobbery grin as he munched his biscuit. She slammed the door and hurried around to the driver’s side.
Once in the car, she hit the lock just in time for Oliver to recover and grab the door handle.
“Open the fucking door!” he shouted. “This isn’t the end. I’ll make them pay. I’ll make you all pay!”
She turned on the ignition and peeled out of the parking spot, leaving him hollering after her like a madman. “All right,” she said to Caleb in a cheerful voice that concealed the racing of her heart and trembling hands. “Here we go!”
A final peek behind revealed Oliver still shouting from the curb. Pedestrians gave him a wide berth as he ranted like a madman.
Brenna focused on the road and getting her heart rate under control. It was over. Oliver was her past. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to take this further and risk more harm.
Right?
Caleb babbled and giggled as she drove over a speed bump.
Could Caleb and Lock be part of her future?
