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“Why wasn’t he with her?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Maybe he was, and we didn’t notice.”

“Why would he let her do that shit? Fuck some random guys for a wallet?” I ask, shaking my head. My girl, if I had one, would never fuck another man for anything. I would snap his goddamn neck and then hers.

“I don’t know, brother. Just thinkin’ out loud. A girl like her shouldn’t be single.”

“What’s that mean a girl like her?” I ask Van.

“She’s cute. Young. No reason to be single.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Van.”

“Sure it does. How many girls look like her and are single?”

“A lot. She works, remember? Maybe she works a lot. You don’t know,” I remind him.

“Or maybe your cock is just hopin’ she works a lot.” I should punch him in the face. I’ve thought about it.

“Well, we’re gonna find out soon, aren’t we?”

“How soon?”

“I’ll go by there tomorrow. Tonight I’m finishin’ my goddamn beer and tryin’ to figure out how the hell she did this shit without us noticin’.”

“She had to have help.”

“You would think so,” I add.

“I’ll look at the cameras again,” Free offers before walking away. I turn to Mask and sigh.

“You think we dropped the ball on this one?”

“I don’t see why a girl like her would need to steal shit, Pike. She has a good job.”

“Maybe she owes someone money.”

“It’s possible.”

“You still want me to go in?” I ask him. In a way, I’d like him to say no, but on the other hand, I get to get up close and personal with Feather again. That’s enough for me to want him to say yes.

“Yeah. See what you can find out. It isn’t just about the wallets, yeah?” I nod my head. He’s right.

Chapter 8

Feather

I can’t believe I got away with that. I can’t believe Pike is the only one who caught on. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest as I walked away from the clubhouse. Blake followed a little while behind me, so it wasn’t obvious we were together.

“You have to work?” Blake asks as I pull my scrubs on and nod. Last night was strange. I couldn’t believe it was actually Pike’s clubhouse we were at, and I couldn’t believe he did what he did to me. I can still feel him between my legs, thrusting his fingers into me.

“Yeah, till midnight.”

“I won’t be home when you get here,” he announces, like usual. I don’t really care, though. Not anymore. I’d prefer to come home to an empty house than one with Blake in it. At least last night was easy and I didn’t have to sleep with anyone.

I sigh as I walk into the bathroom and grab my brush, brushing my hair out. This is getting old. I’m getting tired of it, but the control Blake has means I’ll never be done owing him. It’s like he owns me, and he knows it.

I work my ass to provide for myself, and he sits on his ass stealing from people. That’s the way he gets money. He steals it. And I don’t agree with it.

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