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“There’s always a first time for everything, right?”

“Is that an offer?”

“It is. Once those drugs are in your system, you’re going to feel a whole lot of things. Things you never knew you wanted,” she tells me. I can see her truth, too. She’s used them before. She’s been on the drugs Free plans on giving me. Now I have a million questions to ask her.

“What’s it like?”

“You feel high. Like you’re on top of the world, but you need things. You need to come. You need to feel that connection to someone else.”

“You’ve used them before, obviously.”

“I have, and I still do. They don’t hurt me, and I’m the one in charge. The guys and girls both know that. If you don’t want them touching you, they won’t touch you.”

“That’s what Free said, too.”

“He’s not lying to you. You’re for sure in charge of what happens with your body.”

“Why do you take it?”

“I like how I feel when I’m on it. I like knowing I can take over the situation and gain pleasure from it.”

“And it doesn’t bother you?”

“No. Once you come down off it, you feel yourself once more. I’ve never had any effects from it before.” I nod my head, unsure how I feel about all of this. I don’t know that I want the drugs. I don’t know that I want the temptation.

Chapter 8

Free

I could picture myself balls deep in that girl. I could picture pulling orgasm after orgasm from her sweet little body. Something about redheads just does it for me. My cock strains against my zipper, just thinking about her naked and open for me.

I reach down and adjust that fucker before walking over to Mask and slapping him on the shoulder.

“You ready for this?”

“I’m always ready. Why you in such a good mood?”

“I don’t know. Just am. Ready to get back on my bike and ride, brother. Been too long for me.”

“Heard that. I’m the same way. Ready to ride.”

“Then let’s do this,” I tell him. He nods his head, and we both turn to walk out the door when I glance back down the hallway. I see Addison sticking her head out the door, and our eyes lock. She’s beautiful. Not at all what I expected her to be, even though she looked good in her pictures. Most of the girls who come from the traffickers look sickly and bruised. Addison does have bruises, but not what I expected.

I smile at her and give her a little wave before she waves back. Something about her makes me wonder if I’m doing the wrong thing with her. Is giving her the drugs wrong? I don’t know why I feel this, but I do.

Ignoring the nagging in the back of my head, I turn and walk out the door and straight over to my bike. The shipment we’re guarding isn’t far from here. In fact, it’s one of the closest ones we’ve ever done.

We load up on the bikes and head out on our way over to the warehouse where the van is being loaded. It doesn’t take long before we pull into the parking lot and kill the engines. Climbing off the bikes, we head inside. Marco meets us at the door and eyes us up and down.

“You’re early.”

“We’re on time,” Mask tells him as I glance around at the guns being loaded into the back of the vans. I let out a low whistle.

“Nice product you got there,” I tell Marco. He chuckles and nods his head.

“You like?”

“I love.”

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