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She held onto her friend and frowned. “I’mstarting to have my doubts on your kind of love. I mean, you’re trying to getrid of my ass. That is not love.”

Rosalie began to laugh and cry at the same time.“I would miss you, and I’m trying to be selfless here. You have a right to yourown life, far from all of this. I want to see you get everything your heartdesires. I don’t want anything to hold you back.”

“Nothing is going to hold me back, Rosalie. I’mright where I want to be.”

She held onto her friend, hugging her tightly.

Seconds passed, then minutes before Rosaliefinally let go, and Petal finished folding the laundry with her help.

“So, you and Dirty, huh?”

Petal laughed. “I am so not giving you the detailshere.”

“Is he treating you right?”

“Yeah, he really is.”

“Better than last time?”

“Much better.”

Rosalie laughed. “I never thought you and I wouldbe doing laundry for a bunch of guys, while talking about the men in ourlives.”

“Well, to make it equal, is Colt treating youright?”

“He’s treating me like a queen.”

“Good. That means for another week, he can livewith his dick.”

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Dirty sat in the hospital room and looked at asleeping Fritz. There was no way of knowing if the man was in any kind of hell.The medically induced coma had stuck, even when he was supposed to be wakingup.

The doctors had said it was a risk, and now it wasa very real risk they were facing. Dirty didn’t want to thinkof Fritz noteverwaking up, but it was turning out to be a very real possibility.

“You okay?”

He turned to see Colt entering the room. Colt hadwanted to come and visit Fritz. The only way to make that happen for Warden,was to have several men assisting them. Warden had a suspicion that Colt was atarget, and they now had to keep him safe. Not that it was a problem for anyonetaking care of Colt. Dirty would die for any club brother, Colt included. Hedidn’t give a shit if Colt was the president’s son or not. He was club, andthat meant he would always protect him with his life.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but this isn’t right. Fritzshouldn’t be here.”

“I know,” Colt said.

Colt came to stand beside him.

“I just … I keep thinking there was more we couldhave done, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. I just don’t know what.”

Clicking his tongue, he stood up and began to pacethe room. “What do we know?” Dirty said. “Think about it. Fritz had to beclosing in.”

“And Predator is too much of a dumb fuck to berunning things,” Colt said. “He had the perfect opportunity to take out Mom,and even Petal. Let’s face it, my mom’s death would start a war, but hehesitated.”

Dirty rubbed his temples. “He had to have beenwaiting for orders.”

“But Petal said nothing happened. No phone call,nothing.”

“That she saw,” Dirty said. “What if he was beingfed orders through an earpiece or something? You know, military shit orwhatever. We know Diablo works for Don Stefano Napoli, so that proves theconnection to the mafia, and they’re known for tagging people, stalking,getting to know everything. They’d have the equipment for this.”

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