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Bane growls from the corner, not liking that idea at all.

And I have to say, I don’t like it either.

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BANE

No one ever has what it takes to do what needs to be done. Harlow’s car has issues starting. I hear it struggle and I march outside. When she sees me, her puffy eyes widen, her cheeks wet, and just as I reach for the handle to open up her door, the car starts and she reverses so fast I trip over my own feet.

“Harlow!” I shout her name, but it’s no use. She peels out of the parking lot, tires squealing against the pavement. The smell of burnt rubber fills the air and I kick at nothing, watching her get further away from us.

Fuck.

This isn’t how I wanted things to go down. She has no idea how she has changed me with just one kiss.

One.

I’ve never had anyone kiss me before. No one has ever wanted to kiss me. Now that I’ve felt her lips, I only want hers on me. No one else.

She’ll be my first kiss and my last.

With furious steps, I head back inside the shop and narrow my gaze at Colt and Alto. “She’s gone. Who knows where she’s going. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say she wasn’t okay with getting our patches tattooed on her without a more meaningful conversation other than the kissing.”

“No shit.” Colt drops his elbows to the table and buries his face in his hands, groaning. “What did we do? We fucked up.”

“No, we didn’t. We did what we had to. She’s ours. She has our property patches on her. No one will mess with her now.”

“Grizzly will find out. It’s better if he hears it from us,” Colt says.

“We’re in for a rude awakening, but I’m not willing to give her up. No one has ever made me feel like this. She feels right, you know?”

I nod my head at Alto, completely understanding what he’s saying. “I don’t want to either. She sees past this.” I point to my scars. “Not many do.”

“I think you care about them more than anyone else, Bane.”

I snort. “You have no idea what I’ve had to deal with so you can’t say that to me.”

“You’re right,” he relents. “I’m glad Harlow didn’t make you feel bad about them.”

“No, it’s like…” I dare to smile at the memory. “I think she might have liked them.”

“Well, she likes you so those wouldn’t matter to her,” Alto points out.

I rub a hand over my face trying to get this smile on my lips to go away. I don’t smile. It hurts my cheeks and sometimes my scars pull. They don’t cause pain, but I feel the scar tissue pull.

“Well, we need to find a way to make this up to her. I don’t understand why she got so mad,” Colt vents, still trying to understand how the situation went south.

“Well, it went from lust to owned pretty quickly,” Alto says. “She probably got a little skittish and then fucking Match came over. So it seemed like we didn’t want anything to do with her unless no one knew about it.”

“I say we rip the bandage off. We tell Grizzly what we want.”

“So many things could happen. He could kill us,” Colt says. “That’s his sugarplum, let’s not forget. He’ll kill for her.”

“We would all kill for her,” I state, without remorse because I’ve killed for a lot less. “And I don’t mean just the three of us.”

The ringing of the doorbell has us zipping our lips shut and it’s then I take a look at Alto and Colt. If we shared the same look that they are wearing, it’s no wonder she felt so hurt.

And once again, the booming voice of Match enters the shop.

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