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I expect Reeve to tell him to back off, but maybe I was giving him too much credit for him having the power play over these guys.

Again, I don’t know his position, and his silence against both questions has my skin crawling.

“I’ve been waiting three days to run into you,” the fucker continues. “I’ve heard how hot you were and was hoping I was gonna be on duty to catch you.”

“And, what?” I finally press through the dryness of my throat. “You can’t get a girl to pay attention to you, so you rape them?”

“Oh, darlin’, I can get every girl to fall on their knees for me?—”

“Then go find one of them,” I carp out. “And leave the adults to fucking talk, you ugly piece of?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Reeve asserts sternly and steers his gaze to our new guest. “What did I tell you to do? You think I wanna be out here all fucking night while you flirt?”

The guy glowers at him. “You preppin’ yourself up to fuck her, or do you need one of us straight guys to do it for ya?”

A slow and sinister smirk graces Reeve’s handsome features before his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing it in warning for me to remain still and silent, when he takes a step toward his buddy. “I’d fuck you both if I was guaranteed that my big cock wouldn’t fall off in that infested asshole of yours, Greevy. You curious about me? Because this is the second time you’ve mentioned how I fuck guys, and all you gotta say is the words fuck me and I might consider poppin’ your cherry with a few grand to the side for me takin’ the chance.”

Well, fuck me.

Reeve is bi? That unnecessarily made him ten times hotter in my head, and I’m still standing in this shitty situation.

“You wanna fucking die?” his buddy snarls out, getting into Reeve’s unaffected face. “Faggots don’t belong in this world. How the hell are you supposed to have my back when you’re checking out my ass?”

“There’s nothing to look at. Trust me.” The guy moves then, but Reeve’s gun shows up aimed at his groin. “You gotta fucking problem with me? Take it up with Wildes. You don’t wanna follow orders, I’ll watch you bleed out and fuck her on top of your dying body.” His tone drops another octave. “Get the hell away from me.”

Greevy’s nostrils flare, but he follows Reeve’s orders, and I’m left just staring at the mellowed-out guy who wanted five minutes of time and my phone number once upon a time.

“You’re not getting that dope back,” Reeve mutters as if something just crossed his mind. “But I got the money, and shut the fuck up because I know you’re not a charity case. You’re no piece of shit to me and I wanna help. Whoever’s drugs you’re running is gonna need the cash and you don’t got it. I got no problem with South Shore, baby, and I definitely don’t have a problem with you.”

I meet his hazel eyes and force my next question. “What are you gonna do?”

He takes a deep breath—which automatically doesn’t look good—and says, “I gotta either beat you, baby, or fuck you. And don’t get me wrong…” The gun in his hands comes right back up to my face and against my mouth. “I really wanna fuck you.”

FIFTY-FOUR

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Why is it that at every waking moment, Bay Astor needs to look hot as fuck?

Even with blood dripping down the side of her face, those cool blue eyes that have sent every emotion rippling through me as of late, she has to appear like walking sex.

I definitely see it.

And the crew of fuckheads I have plaguing my space aren’t gonna let her go without one of us going down. This isn’t the Forsaken Crew backing me right now, because if it was, she’d be set off with a warning.

No, I’m babysitting The Void.

Emilio has Torin, Cairo, and I teaching these pricks how to run the streets while we slowly pull our crew out of The Landings. Which—um—if they can’t patrol without some sort of authority or street-smarts, why the hell are we wasting our time?

However, it’s to play along with his plans, it’s another way to keep the peace within our ranks, and it’s another when Bay is on our streets. And people who break the rules get broken limbs, faces, and sometimes end up killed.

You don’t fuck with the Forsaken Crew’s rules.

Period.

No one guilty gets away without reaping the consequences. And, right now, it’s either her or me who’s gonna get scathed.

Except, no matter which way this goes, I’m gonna pay either way.

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