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“I could thaw a little?” A cruel laugh spilled past my lips that made the blood rush from her face. “You want me to fucking thaw, Abbie?” I sneered. Ace immediately got up from the table, heading my way, but it didn’t matter. I was on a goddamn roll. “The only reason I decided to fuck with a pig like yourself is because I overheard you and your little fuck head friend talking about taking down my family, starting with Jax—my goddamn brother.”

Her face paled even more—so much so, she looked like she might fall over at any second. Ace shook his head at me, warning me to back off now, but I was so over her holier-than-thou shit. “I’ve been playing you this entire fucking time, Abbie. Distracting you to keep you away from my family. Fucking you so good, all you can think about is the next time my dick gets to be inside your tight little body.” Her face turned red, anger and hurt burning in her eyes. “So, take your opinions of me and shove them right up your perky little ass, little devil, because I didn’t start this shit—you did. All I did was protect my family from asshole cops like you,” a cruel smirk tilted my lips, “while you were ready to rip apart lives, rip apart my family, just so you could earn two more dollars on your pissy-ass paycheck.”

She grabbed the coffee the barista had just set down and threw it in my face. Ace lurched forward, pressing his hands to my chest, and pushing me back from her. “Truck,” he snapped at me. “Now, Cameron. Get in the fucking truck.”

I spit at her, watching the glob land on her cheek. “Burn in hell, you bitch.”

With that, I spun on my heel, yet another set of clothes ruined, and stormed to my truck, too fucking pissed to even be surprised that Ace had touched me. We were both silent on the way back to the clubhouse, and when we got there, I was surprised to see everyone there. Konrad, Blu, and Grey were missing, but Jax and Blakely were sitting on the couch, watching me and Ace stroll in. Even Arlo, Shaw, and Amaliya were sitting down at a table.

“Give him space,” Ace said quietly to them.

I stormed up the stairs, clenching my jaw when I heard Grey moaning. Jesus Christ.

I slammed my door shut behind me and peeled off my hoodie and t-shirt before dropping onto my bed and shoving my pillow over my head to block out the sound of Konrad getting his boy and girl off. I wanted so badly to tell them to knock it the hell off, that I wasn’t in the mood to listen to them moaning and begging and screaming, but I knew I’d never do that—no matter how shit of a mood I was in.

Grey and Blu deserved happiness, and if that happiness involved loud orgasms, then I’d fucking deal with it.

At least someone around here was going to continue getting sex on the regular because I’d just fucked that all to hell.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Abbie

Ifucked it all up. I’d pushed too much, but I guess it also never really mattered.

Cameron had known about my plan all along. It didn’t matter that I’d changed my mind about him and his family. It didn’t matter that I no longer had plans to tear his club down and his family apart.

He’d already known.

I didn’t even really have a right to be upset that he’d played me. Because I’d started out doing the same to him, and I’d never come clean. He was protecting his family, and I was just being a greedy bitch intent on climbing the ladder within the precinct.

I wouldn’t have trusted me either.

Now, two days later, I was lonely. I missed Cameron. I missed his snarkiness, the way he played with my hair when we cuddled on my couch in a post-sex haze, the way he smiled, his sexual innuendos… I missed everything about him, including his short temper and his evasiveness. Having part of him had been better than having none of him. And it just made me hurt even more to know I’d made him hate me.

It was no one’s fault but my own, too.

I looked up from my computer screen when Carmen Rigby, the deputy sheriff, suddenly loomed over my desk. I’d never liked her much; something about her just rubbed me wrong, but she was nice enough. And she was also my superior, so I had to respect her.

“We just had a call come in from a concerned citizen about a white van parked in front of her house,” she told me. “You think you and Trent can go take a look at it?”

Weird that it hadn’t come over my radio like all of our other calls usually did. Still, I forced a smile I didn’t feel to my lips and stood from my desk, nodding my head. “Yeah, sure,” I told her. “We’ll go check it out.”

“Thanks, Abbie. You’re always such a team player. I appreciate your willingness to do your job without fuss.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, like she was telling me some secret she didn’t want anyone else to know. “You’re so much easier to work with than most of the other people here.”

Somehow, my fake smile remained firmly in place even as a slimy, disgusting feeling slid through my veins. She walked off, and I finally let my smile slip away before I grabbed my coffee. Trent sighed and wheeled back from his desk. “And here I thought we might have a day to focus on paperwork,” he muttered as he followed me out of the door.

I snorted. “You’re partnered with a rookie cop, remember?”

He chuckled. “Yeah.” He playfully eyed me in a distasteful way. “You’re always making me get the short end of the stick.”

I rolled my eyes. “Get fucked, Trent.”

He barked out a laugh and slid into the driver’s seat of the cruiser just as information on the suspicious vehicle came through our radios.

Sure enough, the location we were sent to had a white van parked outside. There was a house on the other side of the street, but it didn’t look like anyone was home—for all I knew, they called the vehicle in while they were leaving.

The van didn’t have any plates, and the only windows I could see were the windshield, the driver’s side door window, and the passenger side window. The whole thing made my stomach hurt just looking at it, and my instincts told me to get the fuck away. But I was a cop; I couldn’t run from danger. I was the one who was supposed to put a stop to the danger.

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