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“Kali’s here,” I added. “They’ll cross paths.”

His eyebrows shot up higher. “How’d that happen?”

“Estrada.” I gave him a look.

He mirrored it. “Right. What do you want me to do?”

“For now, look the other way because I gotta handle your woman.”

“She’s my woman.”

That was the problem. It was club protocol to leave each other’s women alone, the old ladies or the girlfriends.

He sighed. “I gotta be there. You know that.”

I gave a nod. “Then let’s both go and handle this.”

He groaned. “I’d rather go in for a colonoscopy than do what we’re about to do.”

Same, brother. Same.

18

KALI

I was drunk.

No one judge me.

I was surrounded by bikers, I had no clue where we were, and I couldn’t officially freak out to my best friends/family because if I did, they could be in danger. I believed Shane when he said that. And now I couldn't sleep. Who the fuck could sleep after that warning?

So, yeah. Drunk.

I found the next best thing when I found the red wine, and now I was giggling to myself because holy fuck was my life messed up.

Like, seriously fucked up, and what was worse? I knew that if Shane came in and wanted some, I wouldn’t deny him. My God. My hormones were what had gotten me here.

He’d texted me to come, and I had.

I was such an idiot.

I thought what Foley had done to me was the worst thing ever.

Nope.

It wasn’t what Shane had done to me, it was what he could do to me.

If Foley had texted me after one make-out session to come, leaving Aly and Harper behind in a bar, in a state we didn’t know, I would’ve told him to go fuck himself. And, he probably would’ve—oh. Oh no.

The giggles engulfed me.

Because that’s totally what he would’ve done—or found someone else to fuck him. Not that I could have blamed him… He would’ve been doing what I’d told him…

But the whole point is that Foley never had power like this over me.

Never. Ever.

So, wow.

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