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“Are you kidding me?” He shakes his head.

“Nope. Wish I could be there to see this. It’s gonna be great.”

“It can’t be that bad.” As I mumble under my breath, I see Locke walk out of the clubhouse looking sexy as fuck in his cut. I shake my head as he walks past me and says, “Come on.” I turn and follow him when he stops at his bike.

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No. I’m not riding on the bike,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Listen, I’m a biker, sweetheart. We ride. It’s what we do.”

“And I already did my hair, and there is nowhere to put my bags on that thing,” I retort, nodding toward his bike. It’s not that I don’t like riding, I fucking love it, but not today. I have shopping to do today.

“You’re serious?” he asks, looking me dead in the eye.

“I’m serious.” He huffs out a breath and grabs my wrist, sending fire shooting up my arm as he drags me toward a truck.

“We wouldn’t want to ruin your hair, Princess.”

I climb into the truck with a grin on my face, knowing I won this round. I watch him walk around looking pissed off and climb in before starting up the truck and taking off.

I watch out the window as we drive, looking at the trees as we pass them. I’ve missed it here. I’ve missed home. I can’t say I miss Spike because I don’t. I don’t miss the way he treated me or the things he did to me. I don’t miss any of it. I’m glad I got away from him, although I don’t know how that happened.

I sigh as we pull into the parking lot and head inside. I make it a point to stop at every fucking store just to see the way Locke’snostrils flare and anger darkens his eyes. He really does hate shopping, and I take a perverse pleasure in knowing that I’m responsible for making him uneasy.

As I enter the lingerie store, he grabs my wrist once more.

“Last store,” he growls as I smirk at him.

“We’ll see.” I walk around looking at everything and anything I can just to take longer. That’s when I notice him looking at some of the stuff hanging up.

“You like it?”

“When it’s on the right body, I’m sure it looks hot.”

“What’s the right body?”

“Not plastic tits.”

“I thought all your girls had some sort of plastic in them?” I ask fucking around with him a little more. That’s when I see the ghost of a smile tug across his face.

“You’re probably right about that.”

“I’m going to try this on,” I say, holding up a barely there bra. His eyes narrow on mine. The heat in the room kicks up a notch as I spin around and walk to the back.

I step into one of the dressing rooms and pull my shirt off before I cringe. I hate what I see. I hate what he did. Someone knocks on the door, and I tell them it’s in use. That doesn’t stop the door from flying open.

“What the hell?” I snap but quickly shut my mouth when I see who it is. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“You’re mine, Kiki. Always have been. Don’t think you can hide from me,” Spike declares. My heart leaps into my throat as I begin to scream. Just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. Locke storms the dressing room seconds later.

“Spike was here,” I tell him as my heart thunders in my chest. I’m shaking. I can’t stop either.

“Fuck!” Locke yells before turning as if he’s leaving.

“Don’t! Don’t leave me here!”

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