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“Not what?”

“A virgin.”

“She is, Havoc. She wouldn’t lie about it. It’s not her style.”

“I’m not saying she’s lying. I’m saying she’s not a virgin. Not anymore.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait.

“What’s that supposed to— Ah, fuck.”

He storms off, leaving me grinning. I like G, but nothing, and nobody is going to stand in the way of what I want.

And what I want is the taste of cupcakes on my tongue.

Chapter Six

Nevaeh

Amity fell asleep a few hours ago, and after everything that happened, who could blame her? But I can’t sleep. I’m scared that if I do, I’ll wake up and find her gone. G left a while ago, so here I am, lying awake, staring at the ceiling.

When I heard that Amity was hurt, I thought I was going to lose it. With all the risks she takes when she’s doing her stunts, I never doubt that she’ll make it home in one piece. But this reminds me that, for all the jokes I make about her being a superhero, she’s just as breakable as the rest of us. And I hate it. Losing Citi destroyed half of me. Losing Amity would finish off what’s left of me.

I glance at her. Her hair’s fanned out over the pillow, and she looks so peaceful. But the pink cast resting on the pillow between us is a stark reminder of just how close I came to losing her.

When I hear the door open, I turn and see G walk in. He quietly closes the door behind him and heads toward the bathroom. When he flicks the light on, I see that he’s wet and half-naked. Confused, I stare at him until his eyes land on mine in the mirror.

He turns to look at me, leaning back against the counter. “The day you flew out to the UK, a couple guys from Havoc’s old club ran me and Amity off the road.”

I sit up straight, eyes wide.

“We had a stupid argument about helmets, and she ended up wearing mine, so I wasn’t wearing one. It was reckless, and it could’ve cost me everything,” he says, looking at Amity.

“What happened?” I keep my voice low so that I don’t wake Amity.

“We were thrown from my bike, and I was knocked unconscious. Amity called Havoc, and he and the guys rode out to get us, but the two guys that hit us came back with guns. I left Amity vulnerable. She was forced to protect us both, and a bullet grazed her leg, but thankfully that was all. The problem is that even though I was out cold, I can’t unsee it. Every time I close my eyes…” He shakes his head and blows out a breath. “I’ve never felt so fucking helpless in my life.”

“And then she went over the edge of a cliff. Damn it, G, you should have called me. I was freaking sightseeing while you and my best friend were hurt.”

“She didn’t want you to come back. And we were both fine, or I swear she would’ve called. London was a big deal, and she wanted that for you.”

I scrub my hands over my face. I’m so beyond pissed, but I know I probably would’ve done the same thing. But that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.

“Fine,” I say with a huff, rolling my eyes. “I’ll wait until the cast’s off before I kick her ass.”

His lips twitch. “Appreciated.”

“What can I say—I’m awesome like that,” I tell him, making him smile.

“So… why do you look like a drowned rat?”

His smile fades at my question. “The guys that ran us off the road were ordered to kill Havoc. But instead, they tried to kill me and the woman I love. I don’t give a fuck what happens to me, but I’ll be damned if I ever let a motherfucker get away with hurting her.”

He lifts his hands and looks at them. “Let’s just say, they’ll never hurt her again.”

He waits for my reaction.

I nod. “Good. You may shower now,” I say, dismissing him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles and closes the door.

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