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The sad truth about this is that I don’t know who’s going to be more disappointed if my little plan ever comes to fruition.

Me for having served someone up to Lakyn on a platter.

The latter for realizing that he isn’t so perfect after all and managed to fuck up once.

Or the young man that I’m praying is on his way to look the devil in the eye.

Either way, I’ll make sure that I’m nowhere near the radius blast when this bomb explodes.

With a sigh, I walk toward the living room, grab my jacket out of the closet and shrug it on.

“I’ll be back later!” I call back over my shoulder as I hurry out the front door.

‘I’m doing the right thing,’I tell myself confidently. ‘It’s not like I know how to do anything else.‘

TWELVE

Dexter, Undone

AFTYN

I’m leaning against the dirty bathroom sink, eyes on Willa’s pet, and thoughts of what to do with him dancing in my head.

The easy thing to do would be to let him blow me, call it a day, then keep going, but I really never did like him.

It’s nothing personal and never has been—I just see him as competition for Willa’s attention and that’s not something I want to have to fight for.

With as much bitching and moaning as she does about me keeping my hands to myself, I know she wants me.

I put a new smoke between my lips and light it, inhaling deeply before I use the tip of my thumb to rub the center of my forehead.

Think, Aftyn.

“Can I ask you something?” Dexter asks nervously.

“If you must,” I reply with a grin. I flick the ashes off the end of my smoke before I place it between my lips and take another drag. Willa hates when her SUV smells like cigarettes, but she sure didn’t seem to mind when the scent of her pussy caught in the air after a quick finger-fuck.

Focus.

“You don’t like me, do you?” he finally says.

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Don’t like people that can’t stand up for themselves. You’ve had an easier life than most and you’re too busy wanting Willa and I to notice you that you’ve shit all over everything you had and have to eat from the scraps of her table. What’s to like about someone like that?”

He looks like I’ve slapped him in the face, and to be quite honest, sometimes a little spank here and there is required to make someone pay attention.

And I do like my spankings.

“Then why did you let me come on this trip?” he presses in his miserable confusion.

“Let you?” I ask with a good-natured laugh. “Kid, you hid in the back of the fucking truck.”

He scuffs the tip of his sneaker against the grody bathroom floor and I grimace. Yeah, I need to get the fuck out of here and quick.

“So, my turn to ask you something,” I say as casually as I can.

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