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Me:Ok, I'll meet you there at 11

Kitten:K :)

I put my phone away and sighed. Maybe she was making me soft.

My whole life had been filled with anger, pain, and hardship. All I remembered from my childhood was my mom being drunk or high off her ass and being beaten by her or her string of deadbeat boyfriends. No one showed me any kind of love until I met my brothers.

As far as women went, I never allowed myself to get too close. They were a way to satisfy a need, and that was it. Sex and nothing more. If I didn't feel anything for them, I couldn't be hurt. Plus, no drama. I'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.

But Dixyn made me feel things I'd never felt before. She was different from any other woman that I’d met. Most only saw the cut and wanted me just to say they'd been with a biker.

Dixyn didn't care about my title or affiliation. If anything, that was a negative for her. But she didn't expect me to be something I wasn't. She knew what I was and accepted me anyway. Not many women could handle that.

I tried to push Dixyn from my mind and focus on business. I had too much shit going on to waste time thinking about some broad.

I kept busy for the rest of the day with our books and did some work on a couple of cars. Everything was on track, and the only issue out of order was our shit with the cartel. Our new deal was looking very promising and seemed like it was going to be better than our deal with Matteo.

Right after the shop closed, Dead Man came in my office and closed the door behind him. “The wetbacks are leaving tonight. Trey is gonna tail them, and I made sure to remind Carlos about what's at stake before I left.”

I was relieved the cartel wouldn't be a problem anymore. “Good. One less thing to worry about. Let's hope they're not as stupid as they look.”

Dead Man chuckled. “I'm gonna head to Harlot's and have a few brews. You staying here?”

I looked at the mess of papers on my desk. “Yeah, I have some stuff to finish up here, then I might head over.”

“Okay. Catch you later, brother.” We bumped fists before he walked out.

When ten forty-five rolled around, I left to meet Dixyn. She was sitting in her Firebird in my driveway, and I couldn't deny that I liked seeing her there.

I parked my bike and hopped off as she got out of her car. “Hey,” she greeted with that beautiful smile of hers.

I couldn't help but look her up and down. She was wearing tiny shorts that hugged her ass and a black tank top that made her tits pop. I wanted to fuck her on the hood of her beast of a car. “Hey.”

I led her inside, and we went to the kitchen. “You want a beer?”

“Sure,” she answered, taking a seat at my dining room table.

I grabbed us both a beer, popped the tops, then sat down across from her. I handed her a bottle before taking a swig of mine. “So how do you know Matteo?”

Dixyn blinked a few times in disbelief then brought her eyes to mine, narrowing them at me. “That's none of your business.”

I slammed my hand down on the table, making her jump. “When cartel come snooping around asking about you, it becomes my business. Now, how do you know Matteo?”

Crossing her arms over her chest defensively, she sat back. “He's my ex.”

So the scout was telling the truth. “Why is he sending scouts looking for you?”

She went white as a sheet, and I felt bad for yelling at her. Based on her fearful expression, their relationship wasn't a good one. After a few moments, she put a brave face on and shrugged. “I left him. Guess he wants me back.”

“Look, this isn't a game. I—”

Interrupting me, she blurted out, “You think I don't know that?”

“Let me finish,” I gritted out, irritated by her interruption. “I need to know what we're dealing with here.”

Her face softened, and she looked down at the table. She began picking at the label of the beer bottle. “It's not your problem. I don't want to get you involved.”

Too late.I reached across the table and softly took one of her hands in mine. “Tell me, kitten.”

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