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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)

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Holly Lorena Cain, formerly known as Georgina Lorena Cain, was well acquainted with rock bottom. She’s coasted along its rocky shores for years. It all started when her mother left her when she was barely old enough to understand. For years, her and her dad struggled to make ends meet. A dying cattle farm can’t run itself, and with her dad having cancer, it got harder and harder to hang on to land that’s been in her family for generations.

Just as she thinks that she’s finally made it, her father passes away and leaves every single thing he owns to their neighbor. The man that’d been worming his way into her father’s good graces while she’d been away pursuing higher education.

But she can’t be mad.
Being mad would mean that she has a soul left, but she sold that a long time ago to pay for college.

Once she comes to terms with her father and the land being gone, she moves back to Bear Pass and with one thing on her mind—avoid Denver at all costs. He can never know just how much it hurt that he stole her life away from her.
Only, he makes it impossibly hard to stay away.

He’s there around every corner. He offers her a place to stay. Makes sure she has a place to work. Fixes her car. Saves her from a kidnapper. Oh, and gives her everything her heart desires.
She stays away as best as she can, but she doesn’t stand a chance against Denver’s determination and charm. He’s there when no one else is, peeling her off the floor and propping her back up again each time she falls.

The gruff motorcycle club president with his scary glares and harsh work ethic has decided to make her his, and he won’t stand for her refusal.

He’s been protecting her for her entire life, and she doesn’t even know it.
He won’t stop now, even if she’s bound and determined to stay away

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PROLOGUE

Nothing is ever too much information. To me, TMI means “tell me immediately.”

—Denver’s secret thoughts

DENVER

“You never listen!” Juliana threw up her hands in defeat.

“What do you want me to do about your problems, Juliana?” I asked her. “I work all day. Literally from five in the morning—if not earlier—until at least six thirty at night. Every single day. It’s not like I can just take a day off to go do fun things when we have literal living things that depend on us for survival.”

Juliana narrowed her eyes. “We could go hang out with the club!”

“We do,” I pointed out. “All the fuckin’ time. When I have time.”

“What about hiring extra hands?”

I sighed. “I do that, too. But I can’t just sit in the house and hang out with you while I have people out there doing all the work. Plus, most of them don’t have the first fuckin’ clue what to do. They need guidance. I can offer that. Why don’t you come hang out with us?”

That caused her to snort. “Yeah, like I want to do that.”

Juliana and I had married almost fifteen years ago. When we’d met, I was in the Air Force. I got to go to all these places and see all the things.

But then my dad had died, and Sawyer had told me, rather succinctly, that he would rather cut off his own nuts than work the farm.

I didn’t blame him.

Farm life had never really been something he’d been interested in. Would he help Dad and me? Sure, of course he would. But he never got the thrill of excitement of it. He never liked waking up at the ass crack of dawn and making sure the cattle were fed and the fences were secure. And they weren’t all out having babies in the middle of a damn blizzard and stranding them somewhere in a snowdrift.

His son, Boone, had loved it. But he was on a different path in life.

So, I’d gone home.

Juliana had come with me, and we’d started having babies.

But she’d never acquired a liking to the life.

She hadn’t wanted to get a job, either.

She loved being a stay-at-home mom—even if she did fuckin’ suck at the stay-at-home mom part.

Hell, I got more kid time than she did before they were in school.

From sunup to sundown, I had at least one of the kids with me, if not all three.

All three of my babies loved the ranch life just like I did, but it was my oldest, Joe, who really got the most joy out of it.

Catalina and DeeDee loved it, but I had a feeling that they wouldn’t be spending their lives out here unless they found a husband that wanted to join that life with them.

“Are you even listening to me?”

I gritted my teeth and turned to my wife.

“What is it, exactly, that you want to do?” I asked. “Do you want to go on a vacation? I can swing that maybe for a week right before we have to start harvesting the hay for fall.”

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Advertisement Be The Full Problem (Don’t Date Him #4) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.books2020.com/be-the-full-problem-dont-date-him-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:36 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/be-the-full-problem-dont-date-him-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Don't Date Him Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
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This Series will cover a brand new set of characters that are ex-cons (Or can they be ex-cons if they escape from prison?) and the one true loves. This book will be Azrael's book

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Prologue

To anyone that I fell out with last year, fuck you this year as well.

—Nettie’s secret thoughts

Nettie

“I’m pregnant.”

Boone, my sweet Boone, looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

“Um, what?”

We were in high school. This should’ve never happened.

But when it came to Boone Daniel Windsor, I had zero control.

I never had, and I never would.

“I don’t…” I trailed off as Boone’s mother came into the room, eyes ablaze.

They were always ablaze.

“Bartholomew.” Gail Windsor, the woman of the house and the keeper of all the money, walked into Boone’s room like it was her right to do so.

And maybe it was.

This was her house, after all.

Well, hers and her husband’s.

Her husband made all the money.

Her husband, might I add, who wasn’t Boone’s father.

Boone was an oopsy baby with the pool boy.

Literally, the pool boy.

Gail got pregnant by the pool boy and Sawyer, Boone’s stepfather, had lost his shit. Gail, however, was all ‘if you kick me out I’m going to take half your fortune with me’ so he kept her.

He also, joy to the world, decided that Boone wasn’t to blame for his mother’s transgressions.

He embraced Boone as a son and took him under his wing.

That was the only thing that saved Boone’s personality from being just like his mother’s.

Though, Boone didn’t see his mother as being the wild bitch of the west.

He saw her as his precious mother that would never hurt him in any way.

He was wrong. Gail Windsor was a fuckin’ nut case that liked to run his life like a drill sergeant. She scheduled our dates—seriously, she scheduled our dates to work in with her schedule. She chose what he wore. She chose which school sports he played. And even worse, she had chosen what he would do with his life after graduation.

She’d decided that he would be a doctor, and as an act of rebellion that was really quite rare for Boone, he’d decided to go into veterinary medicine and not human medicine.

It was the best blowup I’d ever witnessed, and Gail blamed it all on me.

If she only knew just how different his life path would be had he gotten to choose it himself. If I’d actually had a role in helping him figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

In reality, Boone wanted to be a park ranger. He wanted to spend his life outdoors, soaking in what he loved. Instead, he was going to school eight hours away, to do a job that he wasn’t all that interested in, to make his mother happy.

And now we were having a baby and I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

My parents were not going to be happy about the news.

In fact, between Gail Windsor and my parents, Minnie and Barton Wheeler—the pastor and the pastor’s wife of Sawtooth Pentecostal Temple, this was about to become one of the worst times of my life.

My parents were awful. My dad more so than my mother. But my mother did whatever my father wanted, so if he told her to fuck us up, she would. Because she lived to please her man, and her children were subpar to her husband, and always would be.

“Yes, Mother?” Boone asked, looking ghostly white.

“What’s wrong?” Gail asked. “You look pale.”

He would be.

I’d just told him he was going to be a father at seventeen.

“Nothing,” Boone lied. “I’m just hungry.”

“You should’ve eaten your afternoon snack like I instructed instead of coming straight up here with Antoinette.”

Gag.

I hated my real name.

I much, much preferred being called Nettie, and Gail knew it. She took a sick sort of pleasure in calling me by my given name, and always enjoyed watching my eyelid twitching.

“It was important.” I shrugged.

“Well, what was so important that you would call him straight up to the informal living room instead of allowing him to eat after a tough polo practice?”

I kept my mouth shut.

I wasn’t ready for her to know what news I’d just shared.

I wanted to process it with Boone first.

“Just prom plans,” Boone lied.

He saw and read the tension that I had with his mother easily. I’d shared with him multiple times, and had long drawn-out discussions others, about how his mother was unbearable and controlling.

He saw it, of course.

It was hard not to.

But for some reason since she was his mother, he had a hard time reconciling the fact that she was a bad person.

“Oh, you’re going to that?” she asked. “I thought we’d decided that you were to join me at the ball for the business district that night?”

My eyelid twitched.

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Advertisement Not A Side Chick (Don’t Date Him #3) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.books2020.com/not-a-side-chick-dont-date-him-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:24 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/not-a-side-chick-dont-date-him-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Don't Date Him Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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This Series will cover a brand new set of characters that are ex-cons (Or can they be ex-cons if they escape from prison?) and the one true loves. This book will be Cross's book

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Prologue

It’s not hell if you like the way it burns.

—Winston’s secret thoughts

Winston

“Either do it, or I blow your fucking head off.”

Still, I refused.

“Listen to me and listen to me carefully,” the man that I’d thought was my friend said, placing the gun against my temple. “Do it now, before I have to take drastic measures.”

And somehow, I knew what those drastic measures would be.

He’d been dating my sister, after all.

“Don’t.”

She was going to hate me for this.

She would never forgive me, and I’d spend the rest of my life replaying that look in her eyes as she found out what I’d done.

But it was a choice of either her or him.

And I would choose my sister every time.

“Don’t,” Pippa begged. “Please, don’t do it.”

I looked at my sister, then at my future brother-in-law, and knew.

His pleading eyes, which begged me to do it, were all I needed to see.

“You would’ve been the best brother-in-law ever,” I told him through a broken throat.

I’d been screaming for hours.

For hours, they’d tortured me, waiting for this moment.

I’d been able to resist.

I’d gone through SEALs training. I’d gone through survival training. I’d gone through torture training.

All of that training had led me to this point. I knew I could handle the torture. As long as it was only focused on me or Stanton. Which, at first, it had been.

But with his torture not working, he was going to move on to other things that he knew would work. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Pippa. At least there was that. But he would if I didn’t do what he wanted—removing the man that’d meant the world to my sister—and that time had come.

He would torture Pippa just to force me to make my move.

“Pippa.” I looked at my twin sister. “I love you.”

“Don’t,” she begged. “Please don’t. I can handle it! I can handle it! Please, please don’t. If you ever loved me…”

Sonny gave his signature smile—the smarmy one that won people over and disarmed them—and started to unbutton his pants, and I knew where this would lead.

“Do it.”

Stanton’s sharp order had me looking at him again.

“I can handle it!” she begged again. “Please!”

“Look at me, Winston.”

Stanton’s words had me reluctantly moving my gaze back to him.

Back to the man I was being forced to kill.

“Do it,” Stanton ordered. “I will not watch this. I will not. You can save her right now.”

I had one bullet in this gun.

I’d shoot Sonny, but he was standing behind his bulletproof glass, just grinning like a goddamn fool.

“Choices, choices,” Sonny said as he pushed the zipper down and removed his cock from his pants.

I felt sick to my stomach.

“Do. It,” Stanton said. “Do. It.”

I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.

Pippa’s screams would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Eight years later

“Parole denied.”

I didn’t care.

Literally, I couldn’t think of anything worse than being free.

I’d never be free for the rest of my life, not from the nightmares that haunted my every waking moment and my dreams.

I could still see the way that Stanton’s head…

“Get up.”

I did, standing up when the guard all but punched me in the back.

I stood up and walked away, uncaring of the chains that tied my feet together.

I looked up, and my heart froze in my chest.

Because there was the reason I would never want to be free, staring at me with dead eyes.

My sister.

My twin.

I looked away, feeling the bile rise.

She didn’t give me anything.

Not a smile.

Not a frown.

Not hope.

Not death.

She was just a blank slate that would forever haunt me.

She hated me.

Not that I blamed her.

I hated her, too.

If it wasn’t for her dating Stanton, and for Stanton being involved in the FBI and playing stupid fucking games with a psychopath, my life would be a hell of a lot different.

I’d been in the military.

I’d served twelve years in the Navy.

I’d been a SEAL.

And I’d done my time.

I just wanted to get out and enjoy my life. Marry a woman. Have some babies. Just be free.

But my sister had gotten caught up in a mess, and I’d been forced to be a part of that broken operation.

In the end, the FBI had eventually broken in and rescued us.

But not soon enough to save Stanton.

Sonny Gibbons was in prison, where he would hopefully spend the rest of his life.

Funny thing was, I was, too.

And that was all because my sister had lied.

She’d wanted to punish me for shooting and killing Stanton, and the only way she could do that was to lie and tell them that I was a part of it. That I’d been more than happy to kill Stanton to save my own ass.

Which had been a lie.

But she knew that and still didn’t care.

In the end, I was serving a thirty-nine-year sentence for the murder of a federal agent.

By the time I was out of prison, I’d be old and gray and have no life ahead of me.

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All Birdee Calvert wanted was to be normal.

She wanted the parents who didn’t divorce when she was a kid and make her life a living nightmare. She wanted the sisters who actually liked her. She wanted to live in a town where everyone loved her and didn’t have a single bad thing to say about her.

That was not the life Birdee was given.

She had the exact opposite life. The kind of life where she slunk through the grocery store with a hoodie on so no one would recognize her. The kind of life where men like Creed Daugherty didn’t give her a second look.

After years of abuse and heartache, she built walls. Big, huge, thick ones that no one could ever breach. If she didn’t put forth the effort to get to know someone, she couldn’t be hurt.

At least, that was the theory.

She never counted on Creed Daugherty hitting her with his truck. Then, deciding that once he entered her life, he would never leave it.

Though Birdee should’ve known that Creed was too good to be true.

All it takes is one mistake on her part, and Creed freezes her out. Then forces the rest of the town to make it almost impossible for her to live in Sawtooth, Montana, anymore.

Birdee only thought it couldn’t get worse.

But Creed makes sure to show her that it can and will.

The thing about rock bottom?

Once you’re there, you have nothing else to lose.

And Creed Daugherty just made himself enemy number one

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Prologue

My demons would bend yours over.

—Creed’s secret thoughts

Creed

It was the beeping that woke me. Not the pain.

My eyes cracked open, and I stared at the white ceiling for quite a long time before movement at my side had me moving my head to see in that direction.

What I saw had my entire world crumbling.

“Mom?”

What was she doing here?

And how had she found me?

She grinned wickedly. “You thought you could hide, didn’t you?”

My stomach sank.

I’d thought that I could hide.

That I’d be able to hide both Bernice and me until she was eighteen and old enough to be out from under our mother’s thumb.

“Well, it sucks to say, but you didn’t do a very good job.” She bared her crooked, meth-addled teeth at me and said, “But look who made the mistake now. Town golden boy, Justin Arquette, drunk driving with his sister in the car. Plows into a police station and kills two officers.”

My hand jerked in surprise, and the clink of metal on metal had a feeling of nausea welling over me.

I was already shaking my head. “I don’t drink.”

Because why would I when I’d seen all the bad things that could happen when you drank?

Her smile scared the shit out of me. “Don’t you?”

No.

No, I did not.

Because I’d seen what substance abuse did to my parents.

I wouldn’t touch drugs or alcohol.

Neither would Bernice.

“What happened?” I asked, stomach sick.

“You were drunk,” she repeated. “Can’t believe it. My golden boy. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

I fisted my hands.

Nine months later

The clang of the gavel hitting the wood on the judge’s desk felt like the final nail in my coffin.

“Sixty years,” I heard Bernie whisper, her voice cracking. “This can’t be right.”

But it was right.

I’d gotten sixty years in prison for killing two cops during my “drunk driving” accident.

“He killed two cops.” My mother snickered, sounding overjoyed. “It’s right.”

She crossed her hands in front of her and stood, looking so prim and proper that it hurt.

“Since you’re going in for a while.” My mom smiled. “I hope you know that I’ll take really good care of your sister.”

This fucking bitch.

Six years later

“I found something out,” my sister whispered.

My head tilted. “What?”

She clenched her hand on the phone and stared into my eyes, her gaze heavy. “I found out how Mom got you drunk.”

My stomach sank. “You did?”

I’d always suspected that she was behind it.

Any time anything went wrong with my life, she was responsible.

“The last time that Mom had to go into rehab, they injected her with alcohol intravenously to help with withdrawals. That’s where she got the idea,” she said. “And you weren’t the one responsible for smashing into that police station. She was. I…some of my memories came back recently.”

I blinked.

“Really?” I breathed.

“Really. I knew you didn’t kill them.”

I hadn’t.

I knew I hadn’t.

Yet, every single time I tried to tell everyone that, they looked at me like I was the scum of the earth.

The truth was, my car had plowed into a police station.

I did have a blood alcohol level of 0.22.

And I did happen to be in the area of where the accident had taken place, though I’d been passed out on the street a block from the police station.

But here was the thing.

I’d never driven drunk before. Hell, I’d never drank alcohol at all before. I had a stellar driving record, never had a speeding ticket in my life, and I never even drove above the speed limit.

I was too scared to.

The town that I’d lived in hated us.

My mom had burned a lot of bridges, and I had to keep my nose clean or else I’d end up in jail right beside her. Because the cops of Cedar Ridge had no tolerance for Arquettes.

But what I’d been accused of doing…I knew I hadn’t done it.

Yet, there was no proof.

My sister, who’d been involved in the accident, had suffered a brain injury that’d caused her to forget everything for about a forty-eight-hour time period.

The only people there to witness was a homeless woman—who I was sure my mom had paid off—and a cop that I knew my mom had fucked in order to get him to help her.

My mom had it out for me since the day that I was born.

I spent my entire life barely surviving, and when my little sister had come along, I’d spent my every waking moment making sure that my mother’s filth didn’t affect her.

When I’d turned eighteen, I’d petitioned the courts for custody of Bernice.

It’d been pretty easy to get. My mom hadn’t shown up to court and had even said to multiple witnesses that “maybe it would be better for Bernice to live with Justin.”

And we’d lived happily ever after for a whole two and a half years before my mom had seen that I had a little bit of money to my name and gotten jealous.

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This Series will cover a brand new set of characters that are ex-cons (Or can they be ex-cons if they escape from prison?) and the one true loves. This book will be Romeo's book

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Prologue

Um. The element of confusion.

—Coffee cup

Romeo

Apollomijames@noname.com

Subject: The Great Escape

* * *

Romeo,

I hope this email finds you well. Your sister is doing really great—greater than great to be honest—and her one wish in life is that you will breathe free air again.

I know that you think that you’ll be in there forever, but you won’t.

In fact, starting next week, you’ll have a new lease on life.

I can’t wait to officially meet you without glass and chains being involved.

Follow the yellow brick road.

Also, watch out for the crazy weather.

Your future brother-in-law.

To say that I was confused by that email would be an understatement.

I’d met my sister’s soon-to-be husband several times now, and in no way, shape, or form did he sound like this in person.

Maybe he was a few screws loose?

Just as that thought occurred to me, another email popped up.

I hesitantly clicked on it, wondering what I would find in this one.

It was much easier to follow and straight to the point.

Apollomijames@noname.com

Subject: You think too much

* * *

Romeo, you’re about to be set free. By me. I guess I’ll have to be blunt since you look so gloriously confused.

Be ready to go next Wednesday at midnight. There will be several power failures. Your cell will be unlocked when the clock strikes midnight. Your cellmate will also be receiving a hefty dose of sleeping pills to ensure he sleeps through the night.

When I open doors, you walk out of them, capisce?

Also, don’t mind the dead body you’ll be walking over. He’s going to be a great distraction.

Apollo

P.S. These emails will disappear in the next thirty seconds.

He was right.

Just as I was going to click on the last email to see if I could decipher a little bit more information, the email thread disappeared, leaving me with an email opened from my money market account manager.

This email was even more confusing.

According to the financial advisor I’d once used, I now had six million dollars in my bank account.

I hadn’t seen the likes of it before in my life.

Earlier, before the emails from Apollo, this email did nothing but make me angry.

Because why would I be happy about having six million dollars when I couldn’t spend the money?

Now, I seemed to have a completely different mindset.

Apollo had hinted at breaking me out.

If anyone could do it, my future brother-in-law, and resident computer genius, could make it happen.

But I hadn’t thought he was serious.

I mean, why risk the possibility of getting put into jail?

I certainly wouldn’t be doing it for anyone.

Though, I think I might do it for my sister.

I’d do anything for Dru.

“Rossi!” the guard bellowed from the door. “Your time is up!”

I looked at the clock on the computer screen and saw that I still had well over fifteen minutes.

But I got up anyway, logging out as I did.

It wouldn’t matter if I logged out.

The prison system could look at all of my online activities if they wanted to.

But the next inmate who used this computer would definitely have an advantage.

“You’re in the yard,” the guard said. “Your cell was chosen for a random search.”

Of course it was…

“Yes, sir,” I grumbled as I moved past him.

He tried to shove me as I got close to passing him, but I didn’t go anywhere. Which only pissed him off.

He didn’t like not having the upper hand when it came to his job.

I, on the other hand, had spent my entire teenage years turning myself into a person that didn’t take shit from anybody. Not even prison guards that could make my life miserable if they wanted to.

He shoved me in the back again, and I hurried faster.

If this motherfucker wasn’t careful, he’d see just how far he could push me…

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Petition to change Thanksgiving dinner from turkey to brisket. No one likes dry bird.

—Mable to Cody

Mable

“Mother!”

“What?” she asked innocently.

I didn’t believe that innocent “what” for a second.

“What is it, exactly, that you wanted me to do here?” I pushed.

“I wanted you to join Birdee and me for lunch,” she said demurely. “Is it too much to ask to want my two girls together?”

Yes, yes it was.

Mostly because I couldn’t fucking stand Birdee. I wouldn’t sneeze on her if she was on fire.

I certainly wouldn’t choose to have lunch with her when I wanted nothing more than to bend her over the table and smack her head against the fine china a few times just to make her cry.

My mother had said that it would just be the two of us today, but, like always, she’d lied.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if my mother forced us to spend time with each other because she genuinely wanted to mend the breach—as if it could ever be mended—or if she was just trying to rub it in.

I was betting on the latter.

My mother was never that nice of a person.

Or, more accurately, my stepmother.

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For a solid five years, Jasper Madden has done nothing but look the other way when it comes to Calliope Hodges. At first, she was way too young for him, barely eighteen the first time he laid eyes on her. It also didn’t help that he’d witnessed her at the lowest of lows, practically making peace with rock bottom.
But as time goes by, he realizes that Calliope is different. She’s a brave, stunning young woman that has slowly captured his heart while he was watching from the shadows.
He knows that it’ll take time for her to realize that he’s not the enemy, but instead her saving grace. So he decides to play the long game.
For years, he’s waited in the periphery for her to be ready. He stands right there, knowing that one day she’ll look up and finally see him as the man that is desperately in love with her

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Prologue

Um. The element of confusion.

—Coffee Cup

JASPER

It was the beeping that woke me. Not the pain.

At least, not at first.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

God, would someone shut the freakin’ beeping off?

“I want him treated like royalty,” someone nasty said. “I want him treated like the goddamn pope and Mariah Carey had a child, and produced him. You treat him better than you ever treated anyone ever, and I’ll make sure this hospital is rewarded.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Drews,” a timid voice replied.

Mr. Drews.

Was this Bayne Green’s campaign manager? I thought he hated me.

Why would he be here?

“You there, you.” I heard the same annoying voice, likely belonging to this “Mr. Drews” say. “You right there. Look at me. Do you want to be fired?”

God, I sure the hell would if I had to deal with him.

“I’m a volunteer,” the woman’s voice said. “You can’t fire me.”

“I can get you banned from ever working in this hospital again!” he declared loudly.

“Mr. Drews,” the woman said quietly. “Your shouting is not good for the patient. In fact, all studies show that a calm environment helps patients heal. Something that Mr. Green desperately needs right now.”

Mr. Green. Who the hell was Mr. Green?

“Mr. Green won’t remember that I was here,” Mr. Drews growled. “Look at him, lying in that bed. He can’t hear he’s so high on drugs.”

“He can hear,” the calm voice replied. “Trust me on this.”

I was inclined to trust her even more, because it was apparent she was handling the asshole perfectly.

“Listen…”

I must’ve passed out after that, because the next thing I remembered was a woman’s voice saying, “I know that you’re a fancy country singer and all, but your manager is a freakin’ horrible person.”

That soothing voice again.

I wished I knew her name.

As if she’d heard my thoughts she said, “My name is Harlow Degraw. We’re about to become best friends.”

And she was right.

“When you wake up, we’re going to discuss how awful he is, so you can find a new manager. No one wants someone like that working for them.”

What was she talking about?

I didn’t have a manager.

I blinked open my eyes, and pain burst to life everywhere.

It was like all I needed to do was see and then I was reminded.

Fire.

Screaming.

A bomb.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

I blinked twice, even though it hurt worse than anything I’d ever experienced, and focused on her.

What I did not do was turn my head to get a better view.

“You want pain meds?”

I blinked.

She pressed something near my side.

“Two blinks for no. One blink for yes.” She stood up. “You’re on a morphine pump,” she explained. “It’s inside your hand right now, can you feel it?”

No.

No, I couldn’t feel it.

What I could feel was the pain that felt like fire licking at almost every nerve ending.

“You were in a fire,” she said softly. “Do you remember?”

I blinked once.

“You have third-degree burns on fifty-two percent of your body,” she whispered. “They’re very bad.”

I blinked once.

“Do you want me to get a doctor so he can explain?”

I blinked once.

Yes.

“I’ll go get him. He can tell you everything.”

The doctor did, in fact, tell me everything.

Or what he thought was everything.

“Mr. Green,” the doctor said after he recounted everything that had happened. “Is there anything you have a question about?”

Like I could fuckin’ answer.

I’d just learned that those third-degree burns extended up to my face, covering half of it from hairline to chin.

I couldn’t even move my mouth without that fire licking at me.

What I did know was, I wasn’t Mr. Green.

I was Jasper Madden, and these people had the wrong man.

Prologue II

Dead people anonymous.

—Jasper’s Secret Thoughts

JASPER

1 year later

“It’s not every day that a man comes back from the dead.”

He could say that again.

Though, it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard it about eighteen times a day since I’d done just that.

“What do you suggest I do?” I asked. “I want my life back.”

“You can have your life back,” the lawyer that I’d acquired said. “You just have to fill out paperwork to do it.”

Goddammit.

I’d been filling out paperwork for the last six weeks it felt like.

My sister’s wedding had started a chain of events that led me to here, right this second.

I was at a lawyer’s office trying to find out what I had to do to get my name officially tagged as ‘no longer deceased.’

Because, in the eyes of the law, right now I was dead with a capital Fuck.

I couldn’t get a job because my Social Security number listed me as dead.

I couldn’t rent an apartment—again, I was dead.

I couldn’t get my bank account—dead.

I couldn’t do anything but fuckin’ exist at this point.

Which was why I’d been spending so much time in the gym.

Except for this morning.

Today, I was at the lawyer’s office filling out paperwork, only to be told that I needed to fill out more. Then the US government needed to approve it before I could get my Social Security number released back to me.

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Finnian “Apollo” Reins met Dru Noel Rossi at his lowest.
She was a bright ray of sunshine in his darkest, cloudiest night.
He had no clue that he needed her. He was just struggling to keep his head above water, going from day to day, waiting for it to be his time to go.
But then she catches his eye in the swankiest restaurant in Washington DC. She’s wearing all black and sticks out like a sore thumb among the elitists’ otherwise dressiest affairs. She may have been severely underdressed, but that didn’t stop Finnian from following her every move and becoming obsessed.

So of course, when she leaves, he follows her. And wouldn’t you know it, she goes right back to his hometown.
But that’s not the first coincidence between the otherwise complete opposites. It’s just a long line of chance encounters that force them together, time and time again, and show them what they’re missing.

She’s the sweetest thing he’s ever met, and understandably, is hesitant to get anywhere near a Truth Teller like him.
The Truth Tellers MC got their hard, terrifying reputations for a reason.
But Finnian wears her down with his charm, while showing her what it’s like to be with someone that won’t hesitate to take out the entire world as long as it makes her smile.
He has to have her in his life, and he’ll do just about anything to make that happen. A little light stalking, financial blackmail and forced proximity never hurt anybody

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APOLLO + DRU

Finnian “Apollo” Reins met Dru Noel Rossi at his lowest.

She was a bright ray of sunshine in his darkest, cloudiest night.

He had no clue that he needed her. He was just struggling to keep his head above water, going from day to day, waiting for it to be his time to go.

But then she catches his eye in the swankiest restaurant in Washington DC. She’s wearing all black and sticks out like a sore thumb among the elitists’ otherwise dressiest affairs. She may have been severely underdressed, but that didn’t stop Finnian from following her every move and becoming obsessed.

So of course, when she leaves, he follows her. And wouldn’t you know it, she goes right back to his hometown.

But that’s not the first coincidence between the otherwise complete opposites. It’s just a long line of chance encounters that force them together, time and time again, and show them what they’re missing.

She’s the sweetest thing he’s ever met, and understandably, is hesitant to get anywhere near a Truth Teller like him.

The Truth Tellers MC got their hard, terrifying reputations for a reason.

But Finnian wears her down with his charm, while showing her what it’s like to be with someone that won’t hesitate to take out the entire world as long as it makes her smile.

He has to have her in his life, and he’ll do just about anything to make that happen. A little light stalking, financial blackmail and forced proximity never hurt anybody.

One

In my next life, I’m coming back with money and good looks instead of all this sparkling personality bullshit.

—Apollo’s secret thoughts

DRU

“She’s a fat, lazy, ugly bitch, and I’m not looking forward to having kids with her.”

My teeth gritted hard, and I had to grab onto the table’s edge to keep myself from launching myself backward and use my feeble fists on the sack of shit.

I couldn’t believe that I was here, listening in on this, in Washington, DC, of all places.

But I’d gotten into a fight with my sister, again, about her stupid husband-to-be, and I no longer knew what to do.

That was why I was here, listening to this conversation, in the middle of a crowded restaurant that charged three hundred dollars for a six-ounce steak that wasn’t even prime cut.

Luckily, the water was free, and the chips and hot sauce—which were absolute shit because the north didn’t have nothin’ on Texas hot sauce—were somewhat affordable.

I surreptitiously glanced over at the man that was with Eugene and found his eyes on me.

I quickly looked away, my heart in my throat at being caught looking, and cursed myself for being so obvious. If I’d just acted normal, I wouldn’t have looked so suspicious.

I looked back, determined now to make it seem like I hadn’t looked away because I was suspicious.

And again, my gaze caught the man sitting across from Eugene.

This time when our gazes caught, neither one of us looked away.

I’d never in my life seen a man so damn sexy.

He wasn’t a massive guy. More compact and streamline.

He was wearing a three-piece suit, and he wore it very well. It was apparent that he’d had it custom made to fit his body. There wasn’t a single piece that didn’t fit him perfectly.

While I was watching, he leaned forward in his seat and took off his jacket, and my breath caught.

Because what I thought was a sexy man before just turned ten times hotter when he handed the jacket to a man that seemed like he appeared out of nowhere and started to roll up his sleeves.

That’s when I caught sight of the tattoos.

He had them all down the length of one forearm, while the other remained completely bare.

My gaze snagged on the watch, and I shook my head.

Patek Philippe.

I only knew the name brand because Eugene wore one and liked to shove it down my sister’s throat that he could afford one and Daniella couldn’t.

Hell, that watch cost more than I made in a single year as a charge nurse at Dallas Memorial.

I idly wondered if the sexy man with the tattoos, salt and pepper hair, and well-manicured beard shoved his successes in other people’s face like his lunch companion did.

I shifted in my seat and allowed my gaze to snag on the man’s hands.

His hands were rough-looking, letting me know that he wasn’t just a pretty face. He knew how to put in some hard work, too.

“…What is it that I can do for you that you can’t get from anybody else,” sexy silver fox drawled. “You could go to anyone for this bill and they’d gladly join your cause.”

Eugene leaned forward, acting like he was the man’s best friend when he said, “Because you’re new. And everyone likes you. They like that you’re down to earth and caring. You are this bleeding heart of a state representative that stands for all the causes that matter most to the American people.”

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It wasn’t easy being considered the ugly friend.

She’s known since she was young that life wouldn’t be easy, and that she would have to work hard for everything she got. Life was tough when you had a face that only a mother could love.

For years, Sutton Sway goes through life knowing that she’s never going to have a happily ever after that she’s always dreamed of. So she settles. She marries not for love, but for companionship, choosing a man that she never should’ve looked twice at, all so she could have a family of her own.

That family never happens, and within a year, she’s divorced and right back where she started.

Just when she’s at her all-time low, thinking life couldn’t get much worse, in walks Gunner Penn.

Gunner Penn, her protector. The man that saved her from all her high school bullies and proved to her that there were good men in this world.

He was the man that she’d compared all other men to, and probably always would.

But he’s not the Gunner she remembers. He’s harder, less forgiving, and a whole lot less happy.
He hates everyone and everything and doesn’t care who he offends.

That hate and anger for the world and its occupants doesn’t seem to include her, though.
No, Gunner Penn doesn’t hate her at all.

In fact, he’s loved her since high school. She was just too traumatized by life to see it.
But she sees it now. She feels it. She lives and breathes it.

Gunner Penn lost her once. But he won’t lose her a second time.

Not if there’s breath left in his body

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Prologue I

Life is what happens when your cell phone is charging.

—Sutton’s dad to Sutton

SUTTON

Age fifteen

“You’re beautiful, baby.”

I looked at my mother and knew that she was lying.

I wasn’t beautiful.

I was hideous.

She didn’t have to lie.

I had a great body—that was really all I had going for me.

Tits and ass, abs and long legs that could win me any race that I wanted.

I was the most sought-after athlete in the school, yet still the most bullied person, as well.

The last comment I’d heard before leaving school today had come from a girl in track who’d gotten smoked by me during practice.

Too bad she’s so damn ugly. Her and Gunner could be the power couple of the century. But Gunner’s way too good looking for her.

Ugh.

Gunner Lewiston.

He was the yin to my yang in the sports world at our school.

Gunner was the king of our high school.

Our freshman year, like me, he made every senior sports team that he tried out for.

Unlike me, he was God’s gift.

He was so damn pretty.

He had curly hair that fell in decorative ringlets all around his face. Blond curls that blew around his face and always bounced back into place. He was tall, well over six feet two inches at age sixteen.

He played varsity soccer, football, and basketball. But where he really shone was on the baseball field.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that he would be making it to pro for baseball.

If he wanted it, he’d have it.

“I’m not,” I disagreed with my mom. “I’m hideous. My nose is too big for my face. My eyes look like anime eyes, and they’re fucking boring brown at that. And my face is disproportionate.”

“Honey,” she whispered.

“I know I’m not attractive,” I continued. “I’ve overheard plenty of boys at school say that as long as they paper bagged me, they’d do me. And all of the girls aren’t very quiet about how ugly I am. I know you’re trying to be nice because I’m your kid, but let’s be completely honest here.”

My mom cupped my face in her hands. “Sweetie, just know that it won’t always be like this. You’ll grow into yourself, and someone will want you for who you are as a person.”

Meaning, I’ll probably always be ugly, but some guy might see past the ugly face and eventually marry me for my personality.

I huffed a laugh. “I have to get to school. I love you.”

She kissed me on the cheek and held out my lunch to me.

I took it with barely a grimace and started walking toward the door.

Of course, the first person I ran into on my way into the school was Gunner Lewiston.

He smiled when he saw me. “Hey, Suttie.”

I grimaced. “Don’t call me that.”

He grinned. “How are your legs after that run this morning?”

“Sore,” I admitted. “It was a full effort run.”

“That’s why you smoked Rocky.” He laughed.

Rocky was my best friend. She was also second best at everything because of me.

I loved her dearly, and she loved me right back.

But there was no competition.

She was the beauty queen, and I was the ugly best friend.

“She’ll get there,” I lied.

He winked. “Not to where you’re at.”

No, not to where I’m at.

“Have a good day, Gunner,” I called out.

He knew better than wishing the same for me.

We both knew I’d have a shitty one.

SUTTON

Age sixteen

“Ewwww,” I heard said. “Why’d he ask her? God, can you imagine staring into that face all night?”

I stiffened.

Aleah.

But it was the way that Marx, my date for the prom, laughed that had my back going ramrod straight.

I pulled away, my frown ferocious, ready to run.

“I can’t believe you actually got her to go with you,” another boy said from my left side. “I guess you win the bet after all.”

My stomach all but sank to my knees.

“Now that she’s here, pay up, boys!”

I watched as everyone slapped five dollars in his hands, including all the girls now surrounding us.

My belly was roiling by the time that I ran outside.

“Stay in the gym!” I heard yelled behind me.

I wasn’t sure if they were talking to me or not, but I ran out of the gym anyway.

I went directly to the parking lot and stopped because I realized that I’d been stupid and let Marx pick me up.

He’d been so nice all night.

He’d taken me to dinner at Outback.

He’d gotten me a corsage.

He’d smiled for pictures.

And all of it was a damn lie.

I wasn’t crying, though.

What would be the point?

“Suttie?”

I looked over my shoulder to see Gunner walking out to his Jeep.

He was wearing dirty baseball pants, no shirt, and slides over his dirty-socked feet.

“Hey.” I cleared my throat.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled. “Dance tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s the junior prom.”

He frowned. “Who’d you go with?”

I cleared my throat and said, “Marx. But I just found out the only reason he took me was because of a bet with what feels like the entire junior class.”

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From the moment Creole Williams met Audric Ingram, they were inseparable.

But not the way one would think.
They shared a best friend.
What they did not do, however, was like each other.
You could say that it was a war to win the best friend title.
The only problem was, their best friend would never choose a clear winner. So they spent their teenage years fighting it out. What Audric didn’t know, though, was that Creole was desperately in love with him.
The same went for Audric. He wanted Creole more than his next breath.
But it was never the right time.
Then life happened, and it kicked them both in the teeth.
One second they’re acting, and the next the anger is real, and neither one of them can stand to be near the other.
For years, they fight it out, one-upping each other to the point where neither one of them can be in the same room with each other without things going to hell.
Then one day their best friend dies, and they have to figure out a way to live without her.
There’s no fighting anymore, at least verbally. Physically, however? They let their bodies duke it out the fun way.
But in the end, neither one of them wins.

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One

I know life is unfair, but this is fucking absurd.

—Audric’s secret thoughts

AUDRIC

Twelve Years Ago

“Thanks for the ride,” my best friend, Laney, called out.

Her best friend, Creole Williams, didn’t do more than flip me off.

I sneered at her in reaction.

Fucking Creole Williams.

She was the worst person on the planet.

We fought like cats and dogs, and swear to God, if she gave me the chance, I’d rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out.

She was the hottest person I’d ever seen.

Long legs—goddamn, they were the bane of my existence.

Tanned, soft skin—I only knew her skin was soft because I had to help her into my truck today. Thank god for big tires and my summer job.

Beautiful, crazy blonde hair that was so wild and curly that it would never be tamed.

But my most favorite thing about her was her Caribbean-blue eyes.

They always felt like they were spitting fire and usually aimed toward me.

“You’re welcome, Lane,” I said. “You’re also welcome, Creole.”

Creole didn’t bother turning around and giving me any acknowledgment.

Not that I expected any.

She’d hated me for the last six months now, and I had no idea why.

One day we’d been the Three Musketeers, and the next, Lane was the only one that would talk to me.

I knew it had something to do with a party that we’d been at after a football game during last season, but I had no idea what I’d done that made her hate me so much.

The drive home was uneventful, but my brain was filled with thoughts of Creole, and what I could’ve possibly done to make her not want anything to do with me anymore.

I’d even asked Laney multiple times, but she was just as confused as I was.

Neither one of us knew what had happened that day, and likely, we never would since she was such a private person.

I guess we should be thankful she was at least talking to Laney still.

I pulled into the driveway and groaned when I saw my dad still wasn’t home.

He worked forty-eight hours on, ninety-six hours off for the Dallas Fire Department as a paramedic and firefighter.

Oh, and he lived across the street now in my grandmother’s house.

He should’ve been home this morning right after I left for school, but if he wasn’t there yet, that meant that he was probably still at the firehouse.

Fuck.

I looked across the street at my mom’s house and groaned.

I hated going over there.

Even worse, sometimes I felt like when I went over there, my mom hated me as much as she now hated my dad.

Probably, she had a right to.

When my dad moved out, I’d moved out right along with him.

Because no way was I staying at my mom’s place all alone.

I might get lost in all the shit and never be found again.

My mom was a hoarder.

It all started a couple of years ago when my little sister died during a robbery at the supermarket.

When the dust had settled after my sister’s funeral, Mom had decided never to leave the house again. Along with all of the shit that entered the house.

I didn’t think I’d ever seen her throw a single thing away since she’d rage-cleaned my sister’s room the day before she’d died.

Drawing a deep breath into my lungs, I got out of my truck that was in my grandma’s driveway and walked across the street while shoving my keys into my pocket.

The house was quiet when I made it inside.

I looked around, my face turned down in a frown.

“Mom?” I called.

My mom and dad had split three months ago.

Dad had found another woman that he fell in love with, and instead of forcing himself to stay and make a marriage between him and my mom work when it couldn’t, he’d left.

He hadn’t gotten with the other woman yet, though.

He was giving it time, being respectful.

Not rubbing it in.

He planned on waiting a year before he made his move on the woman that he fell in love with.

Which I completely respected.

My parents hadn’t ever had a great married life.

I could remember from my earliest memories, my mom and dad fighting like cats and dogs.

Once I was older and could understand why they were fighting, I never could figure out why they were still together.

Dad was a great dad—that was why I lived with him instead of my mother.

I loved him, and he loved me.

He came to all my games—even if he had to bring the entire firehouse with him when he was at work on those days.

Meanwhile, Mom never bothered.

She would make sure that all my papers were signed for athletics and school, but damned if her ass would ever leave the house.

She was agoraphobic.

She hadn’t always been that way.

However, one day she left the house for groceries, and the next she never did it again.

My dad allowed it to continue, and before either of us knew it, she was so far gone that she couldn’t even step outside to check the mail.

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Piers “Webber” Webb knew two things for certain.

One, he needed to stay the hell away from Silver Donahue. Two, he didn’t think there was a chance in hell that he could.

He tries, though.

For a solid year, he does his best to be dismissive to the point where he appears cold and threatening.

But when Silver finds herself in danger, he forgets why he was giving her the cold shoulder to begin with.

The thing is, Silver didn’t forget.

***

Silver Donahue was so deeply in love with Piers Webb it was disheartening. Especially knowing he didn’t like her back.
She’s determined to live her life, but with Webber always on the edge of her existence, she knows it’s futile.

But she tries.

The thing is, there’s no way you can ignore Piers Webb when he’s aiming that dark and deadly gaze your way.

She’s determined to keep him at a distance, until one night she has to pick him up on the side of a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. That one moment of need on his end is all she needs to realize a few things.

He’s as scary as he wants her to believe, and killing a man and disposing of a body is a daily practice for him.

She should run so far in the opposite direction, because he has so many red flags, even a toddler wouldn’t be able to ignore them.

But she’s always proven she makes bad decisions.

But Piers Webb is going to be the best bad decision she’s ever made

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Prologue

Once I put two and two together, I got something 4 your ass.

—Webber to Copper

WEBBER

The feeling when I was introduced to my club brother’s wife’s sister, Silver, felt like an electric jolt went straight through my body.

I even flinched at the jolt.

There she was, all that black hair and big, cornflower blue eyes, and she was physically impossible not to stare at.

“She’s seriously the best person I know,” Aella, Chevy’s wife, said. “I don’t think that she has a bad day ever.”

I swallowed hard and had to physically turn my body so that I didn’t keep staring at her.

“She doesn’t look like you at all,” I pointed out the obvious.

Chevy’s eyes caught mine, and I could tell that he was studying me closely.

Chevy, being a doctor and an anesthesiologist at that, he studied micro movements all day long.

He could tell that something was wrong.

Yet, he stayed at his woman’s side with his arm curled around her waist, holding her close.

“That’s another awesome thing,” Aella chattered on endlessly. “My sister and I are sisters, but not twins. My mom’s body released two eggs. Then she was with two different men in a few-day period unprotected. One of the men got my mom pregnant with me. The other got my mom pregnant with Silver.”

Aella’s mom got pregnant by our club brother, Cakes.

But if Cakes wasn’t Silver’s dad, who was Silver’s dad?

“Barry Donahue is Silver’s dad,” Aella continued to chatter. “You know him?”

I clenched my teeth.

I knew him.

Everyone knew Barry Donahue.

A disgusting excuse for a human being.

Not that I would tell Aella that.

Chevy and I connected gazes again across the top of Aella’s head, and I gave an almost imperceptible nod.

No, I would not be mentioning what kind of garbage Barry was.

I would keep my mouth shut.

I wouldn’t say a word, and maybe the topic would never come up.

I turned away from Chevy again, but when I did, my eyes automatically went to Silver again.

Silver Donahue.

Motherfucker.

What were the odds that Chevy would bring in someone related to that piece of filth?

Silver’s eyes suddenly looked up and she caught me staring at her.

She smiled, and I had no choice but to look away, or she’d see my frown.

My phone rang in my pocket, and I thanked the good lord that I had a distraction that could take me out of the room.

I softened minutely when I saw who it was that was calling.

“Eedie,” I said to my seventeen-year-old daughter. “Where are you?”

“Dad,” Eedie said, frustration clear in her voice. “You’re never going to believe this, but he took my car again!”

He.

Gritting my teeth, I steeled my spine and said, “Where are you?”

“Mom’s house,” she grumbled. “Mom doesn’t care, either. She said that she pays the gas that goes in it, so there’s no reason he can’t use it.”

“He” being her stepfather.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I murmured. “Don’t cause a scene. You know how she gets.”

Eedie knew how she got.

We’d been dealing with Eedie’s mom’s bullshit for as long as I could remember.

It was my bad luck that I’d accidentally gotten her pregnant even though she was on birth control and I had been using a condom.

Not that I could complain about the aftereffect.

Having Eedie was the best thing to ever happen to me.

I loved Eedie more than life, and dealing with her mother was one hundred percent worth it if I got my baby girl in the end.

“I’ll be over soon,” I repeated when Eedie didn’t agree. “Don’t instigate a fight.”

“I’ll try,” she grumbled.

“But first I’m going to stop by and get your car.”

I did just that, too.

I found the car at the local home improvement store closest to where Eedie lived with her mother in Frisco.

Parking my bike around the corner of the store, I got off and walked to Eedie’s car—a 1993 Chevy Camaro.

It wasn’t a brand new car, but it wasn’t a shit car, either.

It’d been restored by my own hands, and I’d been contemplating selling it when Eedie had asked if she could have it.

Since I’d been needing to start looking for a car for her anyway, I’d agreed, and she’d been driving it for a year now with me when I had her.

She’d turned seventeen a few months ago, and so far, the car had worked out well for her.

Now, if I could only get it to stop working out well for her stepfather…

I started the Camaro up with a throaty roar and started out of the parking lot, heading toward Eedie’s mom’s house.

When I got there, Eedie was on the porch steps waiting for me.

She hopped up and came rushing toward me.

I pocketed the keys and said, “We’ll wait for him to get here.”

Eedie breathed a sigh of relief. “I swear I hid the key.”

“He probably had another one made,” I pointed out. “Your keys are still where you left them?”

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