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“Why do you look likesomeone has taken your favorite toy?”Lash asked.

“I thought you weregoing?”

“Heading out now.”Lash lookedbehind him.“She’s wearing your jacket.She’s fifteen yearsold.”

“Ew, what the fuck?She wascold.”

“You do know she’s got ahuge crush on you, right?”

Steven froze.“What?”

“Yep.Lacey and Whizz knowit as well.”

“I would never do anythinglike that.She’s not old enough—”

“We know that.Just becareful with her.I don’t want to have Whizz trying to fucking killyou.I’d miss you.Maybe when she’s older.”

Steven shook his head.“No.She’s not my type.She’s not a club whore, and I’m not goodenough.”Looking back toward Sally through the window, he saw shehad taken a seat on the steps.He noticed she did that a lot, spenthours sitting outside staring at the stars, or the sky.

“I never thought I’d be thekind to settle down and have kids.I didn’t even see past fuckingthe next available pussy.Seeing Angel, and getting to know her, Iwouldn’t change a single thing about the way my life has gone withher.She’s the love of my life, the very reason I wake up in themorning.”

“Why are you telling methis?”

“One day, Sally will leave theclub and go away to college.She’ll grow up, and when she returns,she’ll no longer be just some girl, and you may not even be thesame guy.Don’t throw away a chance because it scaresyou.”

“She’s fifteen.”

“She won’t always befifteen.”Lash shrugged.“Keep your hands away fromher.”

Steven watched as Lash made his wayout of his own home.The kids were set up in the front room, andthere was a gate keeping them there, not that it worked.The kidscould wander around whenever they wanted as they knew how to openthe gate.They were good though, and would come to him if theyneeded anything.

Entering the kitchen once again, he sawthat Sally was standing near the counter by the stove.She’d lefthis jacket on a chair and was reading a book.

Just beyourself.

“I don’t have a crush onyou,” Sally said, glancing up at him.

“Huh?”

“You didn’t shut the doorproperly.I heard everything.Don’t worry, I’m not going to try andjump your bones or anything.”

“You don’t have acrush.”

Sally looked over the edge of herbook.She shook her head.“No.”

Steven would never understand why hewas a little bit gutted at that information.There was seriouslysomething wrong with him.Sally was too damn young, and he onlyfucked women who knew there wasn’t going to be anything betweenthem.

He and Sallydidn’t standa chance.

Chapter Ten

Later that day

After driving all day, and onlystopping to use the toilet or to get some food, Gash was tired.Heleft Charlotte at the hotel while he drove to the nearest Chinesetakeoutforfood.They had spent the whole day talking, and he’d rememberedeverything that he once used to know about Charlotte.He rememberedthat her favorite color was blue; she hated tofu, and lovedlistening to pop music.

Gash smiled remembering one daywhen he enteredtheir apartment, Rebecca hadn’t been there, but he’d stoodand watched Charlotte.The music had been so loud that no one wouldhave been able to think.Charlotte had been dancing around thewhole apartment, singing at the top of her voice.It was one of therare moments when he caught her without Rebecca waiting around.Charlotte was usually open and relaxed, but he’d noticed she was alittle colder when Rebecca was around.

He’d watched her, unable to lookaway.She stirred his cock and twisted his gut with how sexy shehad looked.Her tits had been bouncing, and the clothesshe’d wornhadn’t covered up those curves, and he’d wanted her.

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