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That wasn’t fucking happening, but they had been causing a little bit of trouble lately.

“I’m not distracted,” I answered mildly. “I am listening.”

“You haven’t said much all day. What the fuck is wrong? And what’s this about a distraction?” Dominic asked.

“Nothing,” I said, at the same time, Micah chimed in with, “A girl.”

Dominic’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

I pretended not to see him and focused back on my drink. We were back at the bar at Dominic’s insistence. After a day of meetings, coordinating with our men out of state, the ones who were taking on the risk by transporting the goods themselves—for which they were well compensated—catching up on all the things I had missed out on during my two-year stint in hell, the last place I wanted to be was here.

I had wanted to refuse.

I wanted to go home. My date with Ryleigh wasn’t until tomorrow morning, but I could go home and watch her through the cameras. I could sneak inside her apartment and watch her—something I had done only a handful of times.

She was mine, so what did it matter what I fucking did to her, as long as I didn’t hurt her… in a way she couldn’t handle, that was.

It was only because I found Micah looking at me curiously when Dominic suggested that I agree.

And now, here I was, distracted as fuck, and wondering when would be a good time to bail.

The doors to the bar opened, and more brothers came in. They nodded at us in greeting as they passed before walking up to the bartender to order some drinks.

It wouldn’t take long for this place to crawl with brothers, and there was just something about having so many rough, testosterone-filled men in a small space that usually turned the night into a rowdy one.

Before going to prison, I used to join in the fun.

Things had felt simpler back then when there were only three things to occupy my time that I did well.

Fuck hard. Party hard. And work hard.

Now Ryleigh took up all of my thoughts.

It didn’t take long for the women to come in. The old ladies were off in a small corner by themselves, drinking, laughing, and having fun, while the girls that followed the club around but weren’t claimed were off in another corner.

I tried to imagine Ryleigh in either group, but no matter how badly I wanted to claim her, I couldn’t see her hanging out with these women.

There was just something too delicate about my sweet little prey.

She didn’t have the sharp edges like all the women in here.

They would surely eat her alive.

Lucky for her, I would be here to protect her from it all.

Someone turned up the music, and the crowd went wild.

Some girl in a crop top so tiny the underside of her tits was showing, climbed on top of the bar and started dancing, making most of the men cheer.

I took her in briefly before turning away, my eyes connecting to Micah sitting across from me.

“Not interested?” he asked curiously.

Dominic took a sip of his beer and watched us.

I shook my head.

I was usually game for whatever girl was willing to jump into my bed. I would show her a good, rough time, which was exactly what they wanted.

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