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“Oh, I love it.” She claps her hands excitedly. “I have a similar shirt. I’ll do our makeup, and then we can head to my place.” She grabs her phone. “I’ll order an Uber to take us there.”

After Mandy finishes my makeup, I grab my ID and some money, just in case. My phone beeps in my hand.

MASKED MAN: You look adorable.

ME: Obviously, you have cameras in my bedroom. Pervert.

MASKED MAN: Gotta keep my woman safe.

ME: I’m not yours.

MASKED MAN: The hell you’re not. And I’ll prove it.

As Mandy and I leave the apartment, excitement courses through me. I wonder when and how the masked man will prove I’m his.

CHAPTER 30

Stryker

Loud bass thumps inside the barn as I peer down from the upper level, hiding behind a hay bale.

There’s my adorable little scarecrow.

She stands beside her friend Mandy, a plate of food in one hand and a drink in the other.

I watch them talk, laugh, and eat, feeling slightly envious that I’m not beside her.

Soon.

Mandy squeals when Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” comes on. Mallory shakes her head, but Mandy grabs her and pulls her onto the dance floor.

My girl looks awkward initially, but it doesn’t take her long to get into it. My dick hardens as I watch her move, her body loose and fluid.

They dance to a few more songs, laughing and being silly. I bask in their joy. Mallory deserves to have fun.

A prickle of unease travels up my spine. My eyes narrow on a man in a skeleton costume leaning against the wall, his eyes on my woman.

Rage rushes through my veins, hot and volcanic. I clench my fists, ready to eliminate the threat.

Just like I did with Steve.

The guy in the skeleton costume walks up behind them, and I’m fucking ready to explode. The jackass grinds on my girl, who immediately pulls away and whirls around. I can’t hear what she’s saying, but she looks pissed.

When Mandy pulls Mallory to a different spot in the barn, the skeleton guy follows. He dances near them, working his way closer.

This motherfucker wants to die tonight.

As he dances up on Mallory again, she pushes him away, shaking her head. She leans over and whispers something in Mandy’s ear. The asshole grabs her hips, pulling Mallory against him again.

I fucking see red. The whole fucking barn is coated in it, blood dripping from the walls as my chest heaves.

Mallory turns around, her jaw clenched in anger. “Leave me alone,” she yells before punching him in the face.

I’m so fucking proud of her.

My eyes narrow on the skeleton man as he yells, “Bitch.” He says something else I can’t make out before storming out the side door of the barn.

I calmly leave my hiding place, ensuring Mallory doesn’t spot me.

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