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“She’s gonna kick your ass, Nevada!”

Nevada? So this asshole has a name. Good. It’ll be easier to hunt him down later if I have to.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He backs me up against the wall. I break his hold by slamming my wrists into his arms until he lets go, but before I can duck and escape, he plants his hands against the wall on either side of my head.

“Embarrassed in front of your friends?” I snarl.

“I’m the one holding the knife, Mama.”

I smirk. “Check again, numb nuts.”

He glances down. My pocketknife aimed at his balls; I have another larger one in a sheath under my jacket. “Shit.”

“So, if you plan on using that thing ever again, you’ll give me what I want. This has already taken up enough time.”

His eyes find mine again and I hate myself for the way the blood pulses through my body; the way my nipples pebble and my pussy throbs. It’s been a while and this little shithead just so happens to tick all the boxes. Not that I usually go for younger men, assuming he is younger, who knows these days. What I do know is there’s electricity buzzing, and that has nothing to do with the fact knives are involved.

“Oh, I’ll give you what you want, the question is, will you let yourself enjoy it?”

“Don’t test me, asshole. You don’t scare me.”

“You’re in a bar full of bikers and low-lives and you really don’t give a shit, do you?”

I steel my jaw. “I just need Cash’s number… Anyone’s, please!” I sound desperate but I don’t care. This is my last hope.

His cocky grin turns south quickly. His hand grips my chin, forcing me to keep looking back at him. “What’s really going on, Estelle?”

“Stop calling me that! I told you, my name is Star.”

He ignores me. “If I give you what you want you have to promise me I’ll get something in return. This kind of information isn’t free.”

“Your dick sucked?” I throw back. “Fuck you and your friends?”

His voice turns to a growl. “No other man is gonna touch you, got me?”

I swallow the lump in my throat. I hate how hot I get when I hear him say those words. “What do you want?”

He stares at me then says, “I want you to say my name.”

I frown. Huh? “What? Why?”

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, uncaring the pocketknife is ‘this close’ to cutting his nads off. I keep my blades sharp, something I hope he doesn’t come to realize because I will cut him if I have to. It would be a shame to ruin that pretty face…

“So I can memorize it for the day you say it willingly.”

My eyes widen and a snort shortly follows. “You can’t be serious.”

“Say it.”

“What’s your…” I know it, I heard that guy yell it out, but I want to hear him tell me.

“Nevada,” he says.

My eyes dip to his mouth and I can hear Halo calling my name, her tone worried and frantic.

“Nevada,” I whisper, hating myself.

“Say it again.”

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