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“Let’s leave together. I want to go by the clubhouse and get your things. I’m sorry I didn’t even think about grabbing them earlier.”

She smiles up at me. “Thank you. You don’t have to apologize. If anything, you’ve done so much for me in such a short time that I should apologize to you for coming in and being such a mess.”

“No ma’am. No apologies. You might be a mess, but this isn’t the end of your story. It’s only temporary.”

I grab her hand and turn to walk toward the shore. I take two steps before she pulls her hand out of mine and pounces on my back, laughing her heart out. I grip her thighs and take off running through the shallow water.

“Whooo!” she yells as I hop up onto the concrete walkway the runs next to the beach. I set her down at the passenger backdoor and open the front door for her. She steps into the small space between me and the truck. Her once neat bun is now dangling from bouncing on my back across the beach. She turns to climb inside but I don’t think I can make it another second without my lips touching hers. I grip her waist and spin her around. My hand goes to her cheek as I pull her into me, pressing my lips into hers.

It’s like a firework show, beautiful, bright and so fucking intense. She makes me feel so much more alive than I thought I could. She deepens the kiss and I oblige, parting her lips with my tongue. Her arms wrap around the back of my neck and I lift her thighs, her legs wrapping around my waist. My dick is pressing right into that sweet warm spot between her legs and I want to fuck her inside the door of my truck right now.

The noise from the cars passing on the highway reminds me that we are very much in public and as much as I want to be deep inside her right now, a public indecency charge with a girl who doesn’t even exist on paper anymore doesn’t sound like the best way to spend the night.

I pull back, resting my forehead on hers. “Let’s get out of here.”

She nods enthusiastically and breathlessly whispers, “Yeah.”

I set her down on the passenger seat and close the door. I walk around the back of the truck and adjust myself before climbing into the driver’s seat.

She lifts the center console of the truck and slides closer to me. We ride with the windows down and Bristol talks about the buildings and lights at night on the beach the whole ride to the clubhouse. The way she lights up with passion about the simplest things in life tugs at my heart strings. I love her enthusiasm, but she would have more exciting things to be passionate about if her life had gone a little different. At least, I think she would. But we’ll never know. And that’s why I can’t wait to find this sorry piece of absolute fucking trash.

We pull in at the clubhouse and find Slim and Princess sitting at the bar.

“Oh goodie.” Princess rolls her eyes.

“Don’t fucking start,” Slim warns. The look on his face says he wants to take her head and slam it into the bar. Or maybe I’m projecting because that’s what I would love to do. Fucking cunt.

“Hey, Slim!” Bristol beams, ignoring Princess entirely.

“Hey, girl.” He offers her a two-finger wave and an apologetic smile.

“I’m gonna go grab my things,” she says softly before walking down the hall.

“I think I’m going to get some air,” Princess huffs, jumping down from her barstool.

I flip her off on her way out but she doesn’t see it or if she does she doesn’t acknowledge me. I pull out the seat next to Slim and sit down to wait for Bristol.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I mean, I do. It’s Princess. But I didn’t expect even her to be such a heartless bitch.”

The exhaustion in Slim’s voice has me feeling sorry for him. Only a little though, ‘cause he chose this.

“True colors, brother.”

Flashing lights draw my attention to the parking lot of the clubhouse.

“What the fuck?” I rush to the door, peering out. Princess is talking to one of the officers and pointing at the clubhouse.

What the fuck has this bitch done now?

Chapter Seven

BRISTOL

My stomach sinks at the sound of shouts echoing from the front of the clubhouse. I peer out the door holding the bag of my new clothes in one hand and a bottled water from the room in the other. I was in the bathroom freshening up and just taking a breather when the noise grabbed my attention. Blue and red flashing lights dance across the walls. Before I can process what’s happening, three SWAT agents come barreling toward me.

“Hands in the air!” One of them shouts, each with a gun aimed at my direction.

I quickly put my hands up and tears begin streaming down my face. I don’t know what’s going on and I’ve never been in trouble at all, much less had guns pointed at me by the fucking FBI. The shouts I heard earlier haven’t stopped and I realize it’s Sebastian yelling at the agents.

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