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“Yeah, but you said as a good amount of them would be dead by the explosion, then we could deal with the last few easily,” the guy argues back.

“That was when it was just a few of them. Now they will join fucking forces with a whole other fucking MC! You fucking moron!” Dean fumes. He turns away, gripping his hair before drawing his gun and shooting the guy right between the eyes. We jump and huddle together. Never in the years that Dean owned me have I ever seen him kill someone like that, without a care or second thought.

“Right, I need a second to think,” he breathes, pacing back and forth while the dead guy’s stone cold gaze stares right through us.

“He’s unstable,” Star whispers. “This will either work in our favour or it could be dangerous.”

“As it stands, I’m a liability. What do you do with those that are a liability?” Maggie asks. I shrug. “You dispose of them, soeither I’m next to be shot between the eyes, or he will knock me out and dump me somewhere. But the way he is behaving, it makes me think I will be lying next to the dead guy,” she points out.

I grip her hand in mine, and that’s when realisation hits me; the tracker Luca gave me. I stupidly put it in my underwear as a joke that he would be tracking my pussy all day. “I have a tracker,” I whisper to Star and Maggie.

“What do you mean you’ve got a tracker?” Star asks.

I look over at Dean who is now on his cell. “Luca.” I pause. “I mean Spider gave me this little tracker thing. Said to keep hold of it, just in case of an emergency. I put it in my underwear as a joke. I’ve just remembered it’s still in my panties,” I say, smiling.

Star smiles. “Where has it disappeared to if you can no longer feel it?” She smirks.

“For fuck’s sake Star, now is not the time for pussy jokes,” Maggie sighs.

“There is always time for pussy jokes,” Star corrects her. “Now, all we’ve got to do is make sure he is distracted long enough for them to find us,” Star adds.

“And pray that Spider or his cell weren’t injured during the explosion, so that he can track it,” Maggie points out.

“Oh Jesus, way to spin a negative.” Star sighs.

“What? I’m being realistic.” Maggie shrugs.

“Well, right now, maybe be a little less realistic and more optimistic,” Star suggests, looking at me.

Maggie winces. “Sorry, I’m sure he’s fine. His cell is fine and all will be fine,” Maggie says, forcing a smile onto her face.

I can’t help but laugh. “God, please don’t ever become a negotiator.” I snort. “You mean well, but your words don’t exactly fill me with hope. If I was on the ledge of a building right now, I would be jumping,” I add. We all laugh.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Dean roars.

“Sorry.” Star snorts back her laughter.

“Stop fucking laughing!” Dean yells, making us laugh harder. It could be the hysteria setting in.

“You want to play it like that?” Dean seethes. He reaches forward, grabs me by my hair and drags me across the floor.

“Let go!” I kick and scream out in pain. He lets go and crouches down in front of me, holding the small baggy.

“I think it’s time you have some of this. Fuck knows you would be a lot more compliant,” he sneers.

I shake my head. “No,” I whisper.

“Make sure she doesn’t move,” he orders as he pulls out a needle.

I shake my head. “No, no, please,” I beg.

Dean smiles. “It’s okay. We’ve just moved things along a little, because you see, if I inject it straight into your blood stream, it works a lot quicker than if you smoke it. It’s become the most effective way of dealing with the girls. They are then always laid back and relaxed, ready for the clients.” He smiles.

He puts down a spoon and a lighter. “I will smoke it,” I state.

“Nova, no,” Star protests.

“Ah, that’s right. Your name is Nova, and here I was thinking your name was Lucy.” Dean tuts, calling me by the fake name I used to go by. “So many secrets you kept from me,” he sighs.

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