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“Were you thinking that when you kissed me back?” I ask, folding my arms over my chest and refusing to let him humiliate me.

“That was a mistake.” He points his finger at me, tensing all the muscles in his face.

“Yeah, well, I dare you not to make that mistake again.” I step right up to him, so this finger presses deep into my chest.

“You got nothing to worry about, kiddo, I never make the same mistake twice,” he leans in to whisper before taking my hand and dragging me off the beach, up the stairs, and kicking the door to the barroom open.

“Alicia, I need you to drive her home. Take Rocco with you.” He presents me in front of the girls’ table.

“Hey, Millie, we didn’t know you were here.” Eden ignores him, looking pleased to see me.

“Not for much longer, she’s leaving.” Dev smiles at her sarcastically.

“I don’t want to go home, I’m meeting my friends here,” I argue back, noticing the way the girls all look at each other and smirk.

“Alicia?” Dev stares at her as if he’s waiting for her to do something.

“I’ll give Millie a ride home, but only if she wants one.” She smiles back at him sarcastically, and knowing that she’s standing in my corner puts a warm feeling in my stomach.

“Jesus Christ.” Dev scrubs his hand over his face, and suddenly, I see how much my being here is stressing him out. Given all that he’s been through this past month, I hate being the cause of it. Dev’s clearly on edge, his behavior just proved that, and I don’t want to be the cause of someone else getting hurt.

“Dev’s right, I should leave.”

Dev goes to argue, stopping himself when he realizes what I just said, and looking almost as stunned as the girls do.

“If you’re sure.” Alicia picks up her purse and throws Dev a filthy look as she takes my hand.

“Hey, I told ya to take Rocco with you,” he calls after us as we make our way to the door.

“Rocco ain’t a prospect anymore; everyone here is having a good time. You’ve ruined enough people's fun for one night.” She bites back at him sarcastically.

“But–-”

“I got a handgun in my glove compartment, that's the only chaperone I need,” she calls back at him, and without looking back, she leads me out the door.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt your night. I can just call a cab,” I tell her as we start making our way toward her car.

“It’s fine, I’d much rather take you home myself; you can’t be too sure around here,” she assures me, unlocking her car.

“Okay, but we should have Rocco come with us.” I look over to the gate where he’s still talking to the same group of girls.

“Nah, it’s not fair on him; just because the club hasn’t got anyone to fill the prospect position shouldn’t mean he still gets all the lousy jobs. Look at him, he’s having fun.” She smiles over to him while I get into the passenger seat.

“Besides, I’ve got my own backup. Vike hooked me up just after my brother died.” She opens her glove compartment to show me her weapon as we pull out the gates.

“Would you really use that?” I question her, tempted to take it out and get a better look at it, but she snaps the compartment shut and focuses on the road.

“For sure…If I had to,” she assures me, looking up in her rearview mirror when we hear the rumble of a bike engine close behind.

“I fucking knew it,” She shakes her head and laughs. “Those boys just can’t trust us to look after ourselves.”

“Is that Vike?” I look back over my shoulder and see the guy with the long plait on our tail.

“Yep,” she sighs.

“Okay, so as far as I can figure, Freya is with Ruckus. Eden is with Freya’s brother, Wrath, and Peyton is with Raze, right?” I check I’m on point so far.

“Correct, also remember that Raze is Eden’s brother,” she informs me.

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