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“Have one of your guys give you money. Give someone a blow job in the back alley. I’m not giving you any more fucking money. We’re done.”

She stalks over to me and grips my chin with her bony fingers. “We’re done when I say we’re done, bitch.”

I turn my head so I can’t feel her breath on my face. Destiny is a fiend, and she’s looking for her next fix.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I draw out.

She slaps me, and the sting brings tears to my eyes.

“I think she said get the fuck out.” I hear Maddox’s voice from the doorway.

Her grip on my chin loosens and she turns around. “Who the fuck are you?” she spits out.

“None of your business.” He looks in my direction.

“You look familiar.” She narrows her eyes.

“We’re not done, Maribelle.” She turns on her heels and walks out.

Maddox’s face turns white. Then something resembling anger crosses over his features.

“Everything okay?”

“I thought your name was Belle?”

“It is. Maribelle… Belle. I hate that fucking name.” I rub my hand against my cheek.

“Fuck.” I watch him punch the wall behind him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I ask, frowning.

“Come with me.”

He yanks me up from my seat, not even caring that I’m naked, and pulls me from the club. All eyes are on us as he drags me out the door.

“What the fuck, Maddox?”

“Get in.” He points to the passenger side of his car.

“Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Get in and I’ll tell you. Not here.” He looks around, like he’s expecting someone to be watching or listening to us.

I get in the car, and he slams the door in my face. I watch him kick the tire, grabbing his hair in frustration.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Finally, he gets in, jerking the car in reverse, the tires spinning on the gravel when we peel away from the parking lot.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I turn in my seat to face him, fully aware that I’m still naked.

He ignores me, his jaw clenching as he stares ahead. Finally, he pulls into an abandoned lot. I should be scared. I barely know this guy, aside from fucking him a couple of times, but for some reason, I’m not.

“I’m here to kill you.” I scrunch up my nose, confused.

“Excuse me?”

“I came to Deadhorse to fucking kill you.” He talks to me like I’m a toddler.

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