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He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head, buthe couldn’t find a single reason.

“Let me remind you, Petal was there, as wasRosalie.”

Dirty looked at Myth, then at Colt.

“No,” Dirty said.

“Oh, yeah, you told the whole club exactly howripe Petal was. That she lost your baby, and you warned Myth that if he wasgoing to be with her, she was ripe for the taking, and he would need to bag hisdick.”

And against all the odds of the alcohol heconsumed last night, it came rushing back at him in a swirling mess. EitherMyth or Colt knocked him out, and for that he was grateful.

“I get why you’re pissed,” he said, looking towardMyth. “You and her are a couple, right?”

Myth shook his head. “Petal and I are friends.That’s it.”

“Bullshit. There is no way you can be near Petaland just be friends. Have you looked at her recently? How gorgeous she is?” heasked, taken aback that Myth wasn’t dating her, or doing something with her. Itseemed so fucking insane to him. Petal was fire.

“I’m not interested in Petal that way. We’refriends. I like her honesty. Her spirit.”

“And here I was, thinking Kim wanted you to keepan eye on her.”

“No,” Myth said. “I liked her because no matterwhat was thrown at Rosalie, Petal never backed down. Even on the wedding night,she was there for her friend. Surrounded by two biker groups, men that hadkilled without batting an eye. She didn’t run. She stayed at Rosalie’s side andeven threatened Colt. She’s a good friend who is not interested in me.”

Now he felt like such a bastard, because the truthwas, he was jealous. Those smiles Myth was getting belonged to him. He knew hefucked everything up.

“Why you?” Dirty asked, turning toward Colt. Hedidn’t have much of a comeback for Myth.

At the end of the day, his own need for Petal wasdriving him to distraction, and he couldn’t make it stop. He wanted her sobadly, all the time. Not a moment went by when he wasn’t thinking about her.Never had he fucked up so badly, and last night was a low point.

“Rosalie,” Colt said. “With your admission lastnight, I never told her I sent you to keep Petal occupied. Now she is pissed atme, because her best friend got hurt, and that means my wife is upset. I slepton the fucking couch last night. Do you have any idea what it’s like to getused to someone in your bed, enjoy having them there, and then have it takenaway?”

Dirty had a feeling Colt was going to tell him.And he did.

Colt didn’t sleep at all last night. He didn’thave his wife in his arms, and this was such a change for him. The Colt thathated the very image of Rosalie was now unable to get a good night’s sleepunless she was in his arms. Even when they were on the road, he struggled toget to sleep. Most of the time, they ended up talking until Colt eventuallydrifted to sleep. It was why he often grabbed Rosalie and left for a bedroom.

Dirty didn’t even think they had sex that firsttime, when Colt was back. He always assumed his friend merely held his wife andwent to sleep.

“What the fuck did I do?” Dirty asked.

He ran his hand down his face and released abreath. Holy shit, what had he done last night? This was not good. He saw Petaland Myth together, and he fucked up.

“I’ve got to go,” Dirty said, getting to his feet,but the world was still spinning.

“You need to have a shower, some coffee, and thenwe’ll see if you’re even fit to ride.”

The rest of the morning was a blur, as the cold ofthe shower sent a shockwave through his body, followed by the caffeine. Dirtycouldn’t remember ever drinking that much in his entire life, but he had nochoice but to drink something. His mouth tasted funny.

Then, when he was pumped up and could walk in astraight line, recite his alphabet, and the guys had their fun, he was on hisbike and riding toward Petal.

He knew this was not going to end well for him.Last night, he had fucked everything up even more than before, and now he waspissed at himself. Why couldn’t he have asked to talk to her in private, ordone something, or said something, or left? Why did he have to be a fuckingjerk last night?

The ride to her home was a blur. He couldn’tremember any of it. It was cold as hell outside. That was helping him to staysober. He was pretty sure there was still some whiskey swirling in his gut,along with the coffee. At the moment, he couldn’t think straight.

Then, he walked up to her door and rang the bell.He didn’t have a clue what he would say, or what he was going to do to make itup to her. Last night, he had fucked up in a big way, and now he didn’t knowwhat to do or say. What did he say in a moment like this?

The door opened and there was Petal. Her hair waswild, and she looked ready to commit murder. Even though she looked angry athim, he saw the pain in her eyes and knew he caused that, and what was more, hehad hurt her. That pain was all him. There was no denying it. Even as he sawthe pain, he saw the rage.

She took a step toward him, then another step, andhe was about to pull her into his arms, but Petal did something he wasn’texpecting. He hadn’t seen her draw her knee up, but that didn’t stop her fromshoving that knee all the way into his dick. He didn’t protect himself, and hegrunted as Petal took a step back.

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