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His eyes flash. “Are you done with him?”

I nod, without hesitation. “I was never anything more than something he could use to get what he wanted. Whatever happened between us, it never meant anything to me. It was always a means to an end. What happened with you, though...”

He runs his finger over the mark on my neck. “I want him gone.”

“I know, but that isn’t going to happen.”

“One day,” he swears, his voice low, “it will.”

I hope he’s right.

I really do.

I would love nothing more than to see Marek brought to his knees.

Someone, somewhere out there, has the power to do that.

I just hope they show up soon.

Karma is a bitch.

~*~*~*~

“ARE YOU SURE ABOUTthis?”

Placing my bag of clothes down on Mex’s bed at the club, I stare at him with a concerned look on my face. He told me I could stay here until I’m fully healed and ready to decide what my next move is. I love the fact he’s willing to open his doors to me, but I also know that some people in this club aren’t happy about it. I get it, of course, it’s going to take time for them to trust me.

“I’m sure,” Mex answers, walking over and curling an arm around my waist, pulling me in. “It’ll take time, but they’ll let you in eventually.”

“I know, but it feels foreign being here after what I did.”

“You know that it has been forgotten, by me at least. Give them time.”

I don’t know what Mex and I are, or if this will go anywhere, but since the day I killed Death, he has shown me a side of him I always knew was in there. He let me in, he forgave me for what I did, and he is with me every second of the day as I attempt to recover. He helps me, cooks me food and fucks me slow each night. I’m in love with him, there is no doubt about it. I don’t know if he feels the same, but I do know that he’s giving me the very best of him, and that’s a good start.

He even lets Jayme in the club to visit.

“I am,” I huff. “It’s just so hard to walk around each day knowing that I have nobody after me, that I’m truly free. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t even know where to begin.”

“You can begin by sittin’ down because you’re not supposed to be hopping around on that leg.”

I laugh, shuffling over and placing my bottom on the edge of the bed. “What am I going to do with myself now?”

He walks over, stopping in front of me and looking down. “I can think of one thing you can do.”

“I am not sucking your cock, Mexican. I’m an invalid.”

He growls, low, taking my chin in his hand and tipping my head back. “See you haven’t lost your sassy mouth.”

“Never.”

A knock at the door has him glancing over and yelling out to whoever it is to come in. Bonnie steps inside, with Myla following close behind. They look like they’re desperate to share some news and are practically bouncing with anticipation. Bonnie is fumbling her hands together, like it’s almost impossible for her to keep her mouth closed a second longer.

She’s hilarious.

“Sorry to break up the sex party,” Myla teases, “but you’ll never guess what just happened.”

Mex turns to face them, crossing his arms. “It better be fuckin’ good.”

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