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Despite my hostility toward the Sinners, Jagger is a whole new ballgame of fucked up.

“As a matter of fact, I do mind. Unhand her, and we won’t have a problem.”

My heart sinks when he ignores me because Ramsay doesn’t know what he’s getting into. Jagger is not a foe I would wish on my worst enemy.

Staring into his mercurial eyes, I plead with him silently, but he just looks away as Jagger steps off me and huffs out a laugh.

Turning to Ramsay with a smirk, he says, “Di—“

Ramsay’s hand shoots out and wraps around Jagger’s throat. Holy shit.

Blinking, I stare until Ramsay turns to me and says, “Go.”

Slowly Ramsay’s hold tightens around Jagger’s neck while he struggles in his hold, and I watch in fascination, the dark side of me hoping to see him bleed. Maybe I underestimated the power Ramsay holds.

“Go,” Ramsay says again, and I do. I take off for my car, and I don’t look back.

Once I’m home, I collapse in my room and pray I never see Jagger again, but I know, just as every other prayer I’ve ever begged into the universe, that this will be ignored. I opened a door, and now it hangs on rusty hinges, splintered and worn, and I may never get it to close again.

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Ramsay

Fuck me but now that I’ve had a taste I want more. Problem is I don’t do seconds and she’s already halfway broken that rule.

As much as I enjoy the fire behind her eyes, I have to do what’s right for my brothers.

We made a pact after all.

Now what do I do about the fucker who laid hands on my property? For she is that as long as she’s in our territory.

Who the fuck is he and how does she know him? How did this escape our attention?

I guess it doesn’t matter now.

Willow was supposed to stay low. Appearing at Fight Club was a huge mistake on her part and of course, I’ll be the one to clean up the mess.

Why the fuck would she show up here of all places?

Chapter Ten

Willow

On Monday morning, I head back to school with a raging headache. Over the weekend, I broke the seal and reached out to a few old friends, and they all said the same thing—Jagger came back from that fight with a bloody lip and black eye.

And all he could talk about was me.

After facing him again, the painful memories of my past haunt me because Jagger found me a sad girl with a dirty habit and transformed me into a walking zombie at his beck and call.

And every misdeed I performed was at the behest of the guy I thought foolishly loved me, until one day, I woke in a pool of my own vomit and realized I was trapped, bound by the drugs I couldn’t let go of and the man who ran my world with an iron fist.

In the aftermath, I reinvented myself out of the ashes of his brutality, denying who I am and while I never want to go back to that person, I know I can’t repress the pieces of me that emerged as a result.

I’ve been living a lie, and it was bound to come back to haunt me. Now I’m left wondering just how this is going to play out. There’s no question that Crush will be informed.

If Jagger’s the devil’s reject, Crush is the fucking devil himself. How long before he tracks me down? And what can I possibly do about it?

I’m barely through the doors, too caught up in my morose thoughts to see Ramsay lying in wait, which allows him an easy opportunity to ambush me.

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