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“Spencer Reed? That’s who you’re dating?”

I sit down and grab a bottle of water. “I told you it was complicated.”

“You do know he works with my dad, right?”

I take a deep breath. “Yeah, I just recently found that out.”

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, but that lifestyle isn’t very forgiving. If you fuck up, you disappear, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

I’ve already fucked up, and everyone in the lifestyle seems to know it.

She twists the ends of her hair. “I’d say good luck, but what you need is a miracle.”

That doesn’t calm the nerves in my stomach. “Thanks for that. I need to go wait for Spencer. He wants to go to dinner.”

“Be safe and please text me and let me know you’re still alive in the morning.”

“Thanks, and I will, Mom.”

We share a laugh before I say goodnight and walk down the long hallway and exit the arena out of the back doors.

The night breeze is cool and refreshing, but it does nothing to ease the worry in my stomach or calm my racing heart.

Tires squeal as a truck spins around in the parking lot.

Several male voices yell out of the open windows.

They sure seem to be happy about tonight’s win.

As they drive off, something resembling a body falls out of the bed of the truck. Without thinking, I run over to the body, but I’m not alone. Looking up, I meet the gaze of several players, including Spencer.

“Son of a bitch.” Someone says from the gathering crowd.

Without looking at Spencer, I ask, “Who is it?”

The body is bloody and covered in bruises and cuts, like someone tortured him before killing him.

His lips are swollen, and his eyes have been gouged out.

My stomach turns and threatens to spill its contents. The edges of my vision blur as sweat covers my body. I sway on my feet as a whooshing sound echoes through my ears.

“Lean on me, Savannah.” Spencer says as he glances around.

Someone in the distance barks orders. Or maybe they are standing close by. The only thing I’m sure of is that this man being dumped here wasn’t an accident.

Neither was his death.

“Who is that man? And why did they dump him here?”

Spencer pulls me away from the crowd and toward his car. “Lorenzo. Arturo’s lead security guy.”

Chapter Eighteen

SPENCER

Why doesshit have to hit the fan when Savannah is around? I can’t help with the crisis and tend to Savannah, nor do I want to.

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