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“I already told you no,” I hiss, pulling my arm from his.

Alec’s hand dashes out, snatching my wrist and hauling me against him. I see Pit move from the corner of my eye, but Axel stops him, shaking his head in warning. “I wasn’t asking you,” Alec growls before turning back to Pit.

“No,” says Pit firmly.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t fuck whiney, sneaky, little bitches,” he says coldly. His words pierce my already fragile heart as Alec’s laugh rings out.

Another man joins us, shaking hands with Alec. “This is Pavel Oleg,” says Alec smugly. “Pavel, meet your new suppliers.”

“Let’s find an office,” says Pavel, shaking hands with the bikers.

We’re led up some stairs and into a reception area that leads to an office. Alec turns to me. “Stay here,” he says, pointing to a chair like I’m his fucking lapdog. The rest of them go into the office.

I wait for the door to close before heading back down the stairs.Fuck him. I’m not a prisoner anymore.

I head for the bar. “A martini,” I tell the bartender. “Put it on Alec Clay’s tab.”

It’s almost an hour before they reappear. I see Alec scanning the room, and when his eyes land on me, I hold up my glass and smile.Prick.

He begins a conversation with Pavel, turning his back to me. As the bikers leave, Pit stops, and despite Axel’s protests, he heads over. “Not even a goodbye,” he says, his mouth close to my ear.

I shudder. “I bet you’ve snuck out a million times on a woman.”

He laughs. “Yeah, but never one I’ve cared about.”

“Stop kidding yourself,” I say. “This time next week, you’ll have someone new in your bed and I’ll be just a distant memory.”

“True,” he says, making eye contact. “Only I didn’t want to wait for the bed to get cold. London filled it nicely.” And he turns and walks away.

I stare after him with tears in my eyes. What did I expect? A declaration of love? I hurt him, and now, he’s paying me back.

Alec comes over. “Drink up. We have business to attend to.”

When I don’t drink fast enough, he takes the glass from me, spilling some of the contents down my front and slamming it on the bar. He takes my hand and practically drags me from the building.

Outside, he tugs me to him. “I saw the way he was looking at you,” he spits, and I’m shocked by his sudden change in mood.

“Huh?”

“You expect me to believe there was nothing?” His hand goes to my throat and he squeezes. “We’re about to find out who’s telling the truth.”

He releases me and tugs me down the steps. I catch a glimpse of a car slowly pulling away, Pit is staring out the window, his hand pressed to it and his expression pained. I’m so distracted, I don’t see Alec’s fist until a blinding pain splinters through my head and my knees weaken, almost dropping me to the floor. “And if you’ve lied, it’s going to be a long night.”

Chapter Thirteen

Pit

“It’s not our problem,” yells Axel as I slam my fist against the window.

“He’s fucking hurting her,” I shout. “Turn the car around.” We’re already in a line of traffic, but all I can see is the image of Tessa as his fist connected with her face.

“He’s right,” says Grizz. “Turn around.”

“And risk our deal?”

“Fuck the deal,” I roar.

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