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The club has a few businesses under its belt, we have Rugged garage and towage, Rugged Ink, plus a lingerie store run by Tracie and Louise, they even design a lot of the items then sell, but our main money makes is Rugged Security Solutions.

A high end, undercover company that Tank started before he retired and we all do our fair share of the jobs.

“So how’s the love life?” She winks, smirking at me.

“You know how it is.” I roll my eyes; she knows that I am letting the chips fall where they may.

I will find an Ol’ Lady when the time is right. Hell, for all I know she will fall right into my lap, and fuck me, what a ride that will be.

CHAPTER TWO

MADALYN

Pinching the material of my blouse, I pull it away from my sticky skin. The AC broke in my office that I share with my best friend, Darian, and my body is overheating from the Arizona heat.

We co-own an event organizing business. When we met in college, it was best friends at first sight. To say that we hit it off is an understatement. Whereas I am shy, quiet, and reserved, Darian is loud, bold, and will not bite her tongue for anyone.

After college, we moved to LA from Ohio, to start our business and it took off so fast our heads spun. That office is still going and is run by another college friend of ours, along with his husband.

Purely Charming Eventsis our baby, and as it is doing so well, we have added in some charity events a few times a year. We help local businesses put on free events for children in the area.

Not only does it help the locals, but it also gets our name out there.

This year, we are helping the local library arrange some summer activities for the kids.

“Holy shit balls, I have sweat under my tits,” Darian chimes in as she walks into the office after going to get us a cool drink.

“I know, I called the repair company; they said it would be by the end of day. Sorry.” I shrug.

She huffs, handing me my cold drink. Phoenix is like Satan’s hell during the summer, but we can also have all four seasons in one day.

Darian sits at her desk and fires up her computer, then gets to work. We have a busy schedule coming up with the summer community activities that we are working at the library.

My phone beeps and I hear Darian mutter before I can even reach for my phone. Looking at her with a frown on my face, she looks to me and I see pity mixed with anger.

“Fucker. I am glad that you are rid of him, babe.” My frown deepens, so I open my app to see what she is talking about.

My eyes widen in my head, my mouth dropping open at what I am seeing.

“Is this for freaking real?” I ask her.

She shrugs. Looking back down at the device in my hand, I scroll through the photos of my ex, who I broke things off with just six months ago. Who is down on one knee proposing to the love of his life as it says in the caption, but that is not the worst part. The woman he is proposing to is fucking pregnant. Heavily pregnant.

“Did he fucking cheat on me?” My gaze snaps to Darian.

“Does it say how far along she is?” We both start scrolling through to find out and I gasp.

“THAT FUCKING NO GOOD MOTHERFUCKER,” my best friend snarls from her seat.

“Holy shit, he was cheating on me,” I whisper, my body sagging into my chair.

I know that I broke up with him because he was always making excuses—whether for work or to stay home—, cancelling our dinners. It felt like his job always came before me.

There were times he would come home smelling of perfume, and he would brush it off as if it were the women he worked with. It seems that I have a thing for finding men who are bad for me.

Before Wayne, there was a guy who was in a motorcycle club, and he was all kinds of crazy, which I found out too late. Thankfully, he went to prison and I was able to leave and never hear from him again.

In the end of our two-year relationship, I got tired of being the only one putting in the effort to I ended things with Wayne, but from what I am seeing, he already had another woman anyway.

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