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Z chuckles and slaps his back. “You have your girl. No reason to hate it anymore.”

I pull my phone out of my pocket and press call as I walk outside. It rings in my ear, and I shake my head, thinking she’s going to ignore me.

“Hey,” she breathlessly answers.

I close my eyes and realize how much I’ve missed her soft voice. It brings a comfort to me that I’m not used to, but one I’m starting to crave. “Hey. I just wanted to see if you were alright?”

She sighs, and I light a smoke. “It’s all fucked up, Finn. I just want to forget about it all for a while,” she whispers.

My cock stirs, knowing exactly what she means. “Let me help you forget, baby. I’ll be in California tomorrow.”

“You’re coming here? Why?”

“Can’t talk about that, but I can help you forget.”

She’s quiet for a minute before I can hear the smile in her voice. “I’d really like that, Finn. I miss you.”

I swallow as I look out at the blue sky in front of me. “I miss you too.”

“Will you be able to come to my place?”

“Yeah, I can make that happen. I’ll text you and let you know when,” I say.

The urge to be with her, touch her, is crippling me. I’m starting to think she might have a stronger hold on me than I think because the thought of being with her after just a few days is making it easier to breathe.

“I’m sorry I left without telling you,” she says.

“Don’t be. I get it.”

“Hey, Finn?”

I toss my cigarette and lean against the building. “Yeah?”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me either, baby,” I say.

I close my eyes and drop my head back against the wall. I don’t think that’s what she wanted to say, but I’m not going to push. Not yet. But before I leave California, I need answers. Answers about my club and whatever this is with Mia.

I’m tired of living in limbo.

4

Mia

I’m pacing my condo, waiting for Finn. He just texted, saying he’d be here in ten minutes. I’m excited and nervous to see him. I feel like so much has changed in a few days. He’ll have questions, and I don’t really have answers to give him. The only thing I know for certain is that with all this shit happening, the only person I’ve been thinking of is Finn.

I don’t know what’s going on with us. I don’t know if what we have going on is just fucking around or if it’s a relationship. I’ve been wondering for a while, but I haven’t wanted to push him away by asking.

If I’ve learned anything in the last few days, it’s that unanswered questions lead to problems. I have enough problems, so as nervous as I am, I’m going to ask Finn what this is.

When I first saw him that night when they all came rushing to Ivy’s rescue, I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. When his blue eyes hit mine, my knees felt weak. His muscular body was noticeable even with his clothes on. His badass look intrigued me. The tattoos covering his body, including his neck, are alluring. He looks hard, gritty, and powerful. Yet, his eyes hold a sadness, a vulnerability.

When he called me a couple of months later to let me know everything that had happened with Ivy, I couldn’t stop myself from asking him to meet me. He knew what I wanted, and he came running. We haven’t stopped since.

My thoughts are consumed by him. My body burns for him. My heart is terrified to be shattered, though. But right now, I don’t have a choice. It’s a risk I’m willing to take. One I need to take.

I hear his bike pull up, and I open the door just as he’s walking toward it. “Hey,” I say, moving so he can come in.

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