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Whatever. Don’t matter who it is, Maeve needs to back off before she attracts a damn killer. Fuck me.

Chapter Eighteen

Maeve

The following weekend, Bone invites me to Fight Club. Because I’m tired of being me, stuck in this weird ass life and too damn stupid to figure out how to get out of it, I pull out a pair of skinny jeans and cut up a shirt, the ends barely covering the underside of my boobs.

My lackluster eyes stare back at me accentuated in dark shades of coal, with my lips red and lush. Searching through my old jewelry box, I pass over the earrings Ollie gave me when I turned thirteen and grab a necklace that shines at the bottom.

The pretty loops and swirls remind me of a flower, and after putting it on, I examine my reflection in the mirror. I’m tired.

No closer to resolving anything and annoyed by my inability to get over Diem’s cruelty, I turn my focus back to Kenny and Charlie. Was it someone Penny was messaging who left the ‘gift’ on her car?

Could it be Frank? Who else would use the name of his boat? It can’t be a coincidence. There’s no damn way. But why me? I’m his best friend's daughter. I mean, I’m not exactly wishing this on anyone else but involving me doesn't make sense.

Even so, I looked through pictures last night while my parents were busy but couldn’t find any that pointed to nefarious motives not that it would be hanging around for anyone to see.

Is one of them the killer? I don’t know but if I don’t figure this out, my life could be on the line.

“Hey,” Bone says with a Cheshire grin, and we light up as he drives to the warehouse, giggling about shit that doesn’t fucking matter.

When we roll up to the warehouse though, I sober enough to say, “Bone?”

“Yeah,” he says with a lazy smile.

“Have you, um, have you heard any rumors about my dad?”

Sitting up, he rubs his face and says quietly, “Why?”

“I need to know…”

Bone’s brows furrow before he shakes his head. “Does it matter? He’s your dad, yeah?”

His evasion is answer enough and with a sigh, I muster a smile and follow him into the building, the loud cheers of the crowd overwhelming as we make our way through the throng.

Bone sets me up against the wall with a drink, although I forgo the alcohol, content with the weed.

A short time later, a new group enters the ring to the roar of the masses and of course, its fucking Diem. He’s squaring off against some dude introduced as Rogue. Hm. It's the dude I spoke to before, asking about Kenny. He’s hot, with pretty muscles in all the right places, thick blonde hair, and a smirk to rival Diem’s.

I can’t help but watch as they go at it, marveling that perhaps Diem has finally met his match, and I’m both disappointed and relieved when Diem wins, but barely.

Intrigued by this dude who almost took down Diem, I watch him leave the ring. He searches the crowd with cool eyes, but he’s smiling, putting on a show the masses want to see.

When he stalks past me, I smile and he stutters to a stop, turning to me with a pretty grin, charming down to his toes.

Unable to resist, I run my eyes over his muscled chest, admiring the glistening sweat, rolling down to his happy trail and peeking from his shorts.

When I return to his face, his eyes are blazing into mine, and in the back of my head, I’m wondering what the fuck I’m doing, but this guy is hot, and I’m done panting after a dick bag.

“Hey baby,” he says, stepping into my space.

“Hey.”

I’m dressed like a ho, which means if I wanted, I’m pretty sure I could fuck him here, but I just don’t know what I want.

A commotion breaks out over my shoulder, drawing my gaze to Diem standing not ten feet from me, staring with a snarl. My mouth curls and with vicious triumph burning in my belly, I turn back to Rogue and step into his space, running my hand down his chest.

“Mm, you are fucking hot,” he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss and I allow his tongue to slide inside. It’s not unpleasant, but it doesn’t compare to Diem, and it’s frustrating as fuck.

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