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It was throbbing, and already purpling.

I was right, too.

After getting it X-rayed an hour later, I did indeed have two breaks in my hand.

They fitted me with a bright fuchsia cast, then sent me on my way with a prescription for pain meds as needed.

I didn’t bother getting them filled.

Since I called an Uber, I didn’t want to add on an extra stop on my way home.

Maybe after I took a nap, I might go out and get it filled.

But until then, I’d deal with the pain.

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—Text from Garrett to Gable

GABLE

“What the fuck was that?” Quincy looked at me with anger rising in his voice.

“What was what?” I asked.

“You just asked for Callena?” he asked. “What the fuck for?”

I rubbed at my head, the lights from the bulbs above me making the splitting headache I had throb.

“I need to talk to her about something,” I grumbled.

“Well, in the meantime, you just broke that girl’s heart.” Quincy jerked his chin toward the hallway where I’d seen Athena disappear.

“I didn’t,” I defended myself. “I will talk to her in a minute. I really need to talk to Callena, though.”

“If she’s here when you finally deign to talk to her,” Quincy grumbled, gathering his shit off the side table.

“She’ll be here,” I continued to defend.

“Sure,” he said. “And the sky is green.”

I didn’t reply because Callena pushed through the room.

Callena and I had been working in tandem to take down the assholes in the motorcycle gang.

Callena knew the score.

Sure, she wanted me.

But that didn’t mean that we couldn’t work together professionally. I wasn’t a slave to my baser instincts.

After she got into the room, I explained to her and Tyrone exactly what happened in the altercation with Darryl Horton.

While we spoke and discussed the options, my family listened from outside the door, growing more and more worried by the minute.

I was worried as hell, too.

Darryl Horton had just told me that my brother had a hit on his head due to an uprising in an old gang he used to be undercover with.

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