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Todd leans over the table, facing me. “So how did you do it? Keep a woman as beautiful as that piece of pussy locked down for ten years? I bet it’s tight as shit.” He moans, his hand reaching down toward his dick.

I throw my head back laughing, and he and his friend fucking laugh right along with me.

This fucking guy is the stupidest motherfucker in the world. Todd looks almost gleeful, and he nudges his friend like he has this shit in the bag.

I stand up, my arms resting on the table, smirking at him. “You know what, Todd?”

He laughs again. “What?”

“You’re the dumbest motherfucker in the world.”

His face turns pale and he looks down; then he stands up, pushing back his chair. “Run!” I taunt him, sliding out of my chair.

He spins around, running for the door. I take out my gun and aim right at the back of his knee. I pull the trigger, and he hits the ground like a pile of rocks.

He screams, holding his knee. I laugh again at how pathetic he is. I walk over to him, and Tyler follows. I press my foot on Todd’s knee.

He screams loudly. “Oh no! I bet that’s tight as shit. I’m sorry!” I press my foot down harder.

“Carry him to interrogation room three,” I tell Tyler, Shane, and Brett. I look at the other fucker. “Get your ass out of here.” Chris runs out of the room without a second glance.

Tyler and Shane lift Todd off the ground and carry him out of the room. I stare at the fucker until he is out of sight.

You can do a lot to me, and I will not care one fucking bit. But you fuck with Paisley, I will fucking kill you and do it laughing. You do not disrespect her. You do not do one single fucking thing to her unless you want to die or be tortured within an inch of your life.

You do not mess with her.

“What the fuck is going on?” Paisley’s father, Torch, walks into the room with Kyle and Techy on his ass.

“Replay the tapes, Techy, and show him.” I am still pissed off beyond fucking belief.

Techy takes out his phone, and the guys gather around as he replays Todd’s voice for them, which doesn’t help my fucking anger one bit.

Torch stalks out of the room, straight for interrogation room three. I guess the fucker didn’t think that her father was the vice president of the club. I step into the room behind Torch to see his fist landing directly on Todd’s face. One by one, everyone gets their hits in, beating the shit out of him.

He deserved every fucking second.

I care about Paisley. She is the sweetest girl I have met in my entire life. Nobody disrespects her. She has been my heart since I was seventeen. She already owned me.

“After you dump the fucker off, come over for dinner at eight?” I ask Tyler, and I give him Paisley’s address.

He picks the fucker off the ground and tosses him in the back of his truck. He will live, but he will be hurting for a long-ass time.

I get a text from Paisley telling me she is getting off work an hour early.

Paisley

Finally! I think as I walk out of the hospital and straight to Liam’s truck. It’s parked right in front, and he is leaning against it.

He is the ideal man.

“Hey.” I smile at him, and his hands land on my hips, pulling me into him, and he kisses me deeply. I shiver, standing on the tips of my toes, getting closer.

I love that we can do this now; it has been such a long time in the making. Over the years I have stared at his lips wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

He pulls away and kisses my forehead sweetly. “Tyler, my friend from basic, is coming over for dinner—is that okay?” he asks.

I nod instantly. “That is perfectly okay.”

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