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“Yes, sir,” I salute him and offer a saucy smile. He shakes his head and strides out the door. I can hear the door shut, then silence. Content and happy, I grin, stretching, only to wince when my lower extremities and girl parts protest. There are muscles down there that have never seen movement or exercise of any sort, so they aren’t happy with me right now. A soak in Chord’s tub sounds heavenly. I giggle, because I’m actually doing what he asks without complaint. That’s a first.

After an hour of self-care in his monster tub, I reluctantly get out, putting my hair up in a messy bun. The luxurious lavender bath salts helped ease my aches and pain. I’ve decide to pretend Chord enjoys doing aromatherapy and his own self-care with scented bath salts after a hard day of being a dangerous mob boss. The thought of someone else sharing his bed or bath makes me so jealous I want to punch a bitch.

Feeling like a new woman, I wrap myself in one of his soft, Egyptian cotton towels and head back to the bedroom to steal some of his clothes for the day. I love the idea of wearing his clothes. It seems so intimate, like having a piece of him hugging my body, surrounding me with his yummy scent all day. I see his pants from the previous night on the floor and roll my eyes. He’s such a rich prick, because I’m sure he expects someone else to put them in the laundry. If I had to guess, he has a daily housekeeper who color coordinates and folds his underwear and socks for him. When I pick up the pants to put them in the laundry basket, a shiny gold object rolls out his front pocket. Curious, I bend to pick it up. It looks like loose change, but upon examining it a little closer, it also looks familiar.

The gold coin, with its engraved image of Lady Liberty, is the same coin Chord flipped when we made our “bet” last week. I’m not surprised he keeps a lucky coin in his pocket. He’s a gambler after all. Turning it over, I see that the coin isn’t like any coin I’ve ever seen before. The opposite side has the exact same image of Lady Liberty as the other.

It’s a double-sided coin.

That sneaky motherfucker.

He used a double-sided coin when he made our bet! He knew he would win. I never stood a chance. Of all the sneaky, underhanded bullshit. I knew all along he couldn’t be trusted. I should’ve trusted my instincts. Was this just his way of getting me into his bed?

The man stalks me for weeks, scares the shit out of me with the threat of jail, seduces me, blackmails me, then cheats me. All done to ensure I would sleep with him. Arrogant asshole. I actually gave him my virginity.

I grab my small suitcase from the closet, throwing items in it with the same anger and frustration I had when I packed it. More so this time because I feel both used and cheap. And it fucking hurts.

Thisis why I don’t trust men.

Just thinking of all the “you’re mine” bullshit he fed me, makes me want to punch him in the dick. All lies. He never cared about me. It was just sex for him. He must have had a big laugh because the young, naïve college girl fell for his lines.

Sure, I resisted at first, but eventually I caved. I fucking caved. I gave in to my desires and eagerness to feel wanted, to feel loved by someone like Chord, if even for a moment.

I don’t cry, but as I’m slamming the suitcase shut, I’m swiping at my eyes and that really pisses me off. Throwing on my leggings and t-shirt, I leave my beautiful dress and shoes behind on the ottoman. I don’t need any reminders of last night.

Checking my phone, I notice several missed messages from Grace. She’s probably been worried since I spoke with her. I sigh, pausing in the middle of Chord’s expansive living room on my way out and remember the problems Grace experienced with Ty not too long ago.

I gave her hell for not confronting their issues head on; I supported her because I’m her side bitch, but gave her hell anyway. I’ve never been one to run from anything in my life. If anything, I crash into shit head on, damn the consequences. Well, I decide, I’m not going to start running now.

Before I leave, I’ll give that asshole one last piece of my mind. He needs to know I’m not some gullible girl he can toy with, control, and manipulate like he does everything else in his life.

Squaring my shoulders, I drop the handle to my suitcase and head out to find him. I’m now a woman on a mission and itching for a fight.

Mission: find a mobster and let him know who's boss.

Chapter 11

Chord

Willshelikeit?

Staring at the small, square box in my hand, I feel apprehensive at the thought Abbie may not want me as much as I want her. I want her for fucking ever. In my bed. As my bride, as a mother to our children. I want Abbie tied to me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Now I’ve had a taste of my obsession, it was as good as I always imagined it would be.

I bought the ring the week we met. I knew she would be Mrs. Chord Gallo. She’s feisty, temperamental, and more than a handful, but fuck me, if she isn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Firecracker will wear my ring, and I’ll pledge to honor and protect her for the rest of our lives. She’ll agree because no other man can light her fuse and make her explode like I can. Memories of making Abbie come last night makes me rub my free hand over my crotch, willing my erection to go down. Just thinking of all the messed up fantasies I want to inflict upon her innocent, young body turns me into a horny teenager, but I refuse to jack off in my office bathroom when I have the real thing waiting for me upstairs. I need to get back to my girl.

“Knock, knock, motherfucker.”

I look up to see Ash’s grinning face. Quickly, I hide the ring box in the open drawer of my desk, hoping like hell he didn’t see it.

“I know your secret, you dirty old man,” he says with a knowing smirk.

“You don’t know shit.” I stand up from my desk, and button my coat in an attempt to conceal my erection. I'm also hoping he didn't see the small box.

“So, I didn’t see you carry off a pint-sized redhead all caveman style out the club last night?” he places his index finger on his chin, as if he’s questioning what he saw. “She looked really familiar, too. Hmmmm…could your redhead have been Grace’s best friend, Abbie Bates?” Again, he acts as if he’s thinking about it.

“Cut the shit dude.” I glare at him with a warning. “You didn’t see a thing, got me?”

“Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t see you shoot some idiot who touched her, then carry her off to do dirty things to her becauseifI saw that happen and Ty finds out you’re bangin’ Grace’s best gal pal, he’d kick your ass.”

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