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I was so going to put my art on his skin. I so was.

“Right, we have a solution. Bren goes to the States with Harper and little bump while we sort out the situation here.” Asa said.

“What are you going to do about the Salvatores?”

I didn’t call them my family, because they weren’t family, hadn’t been since they first put their hands on me.

Asa smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile; it was the smile of a predator.

“You don’t need to know the details, sweetheart. All you need to know is that they will never bother you again.”

“As long as you swear they will suffer before they die.”

“You have it. I swear they will not go easy.”

Asa’s eyes were on mine and filled with dark intent. The bastards would not be dying easy and that pleased me. A lot. I never knew I could be so bloodthirsty. I was more used to being afraid. But not anymore, not with Asa and the guys protecting me.

“Thank you.”

There was nothing more I could say to convey my gratitude and for them it seemed to be enough. They didn’t want, or expect, more than that.

I was happy at Asa’s compound and felt safe.

So incredibly safe that I’ve been sleeping through the night. Something I haven’t done in years. I silently hoped it would continue once we reached Savannah.

I wasn’t betting on it though. I would be plenty stressed once we got there.

Just the thought of being in his city made my heart gallop like an out of control horse.

SIX

Lucky

Sitting at his desk Lucky gave a pissed off growl and slapped his laptop closed.

“What’s the matter bro?” Dive looked up, a concerned look on his face.

“I’m so fucked.” Lucky growled. He had to tell someone or he was going to go out of his fucking mind.

Dive pushed his laptop away and leant forward. “What can I do to help?”

Lucky shook his head. There was nothing his brother could do for him, except maybe listen and help him find a solution to his problem.

“There’s nothin’ you can do, brother, absolutely nothin’. Met a woman in Cape Town, laid it out for her, tellin’ her us havin’ sex wasn’t the start of anythin’. Told her once we were done, we weredone. I wouldn’t be contactin’ her again, there would be no calls, no messages, no visits, nothin’.” He shook his head. “Was so up my own ass, thinkin’ I could fuck her and walk away, like I always do, but fuck, brother, I was so fuckin’ wrong. I’ve got it bad, there’s this constant cravin’ to hear her voice, smell her skin, her hair, to touch her. It’s fucked up. On top of sayin’ all that shit to her I knew she was someone I shouldn’t have touched. She’s special and shouldn’t be dragged into my fucked up life.”

He fell silent, not knowing what else to say.

“And now? You sayin’ you crave her, are you thinkin’ she’s someone you might want to get to know better?” Dive asked.

Lucky’s answer was a slight chin lift.

“If you want her you’re goin’ to have to reach out, brother. You have to know somethin’ about her to be able to find her. Take what you’ve got to Byte and find your woman. Easy.” Dive said with a shrug while watching him intently.

“I don’t need Byte to find her, I know where she’s at. She works for Remy’s woman, one of her tattoo artists.”

Dive widened in shock then he jerked back and pointed a finger at him.

“You tellin’ me you fucked one of Pixie’s people and then dumped her? Jesus, your brother is goin’ to kill you when this comes out. What you goin’ to do?”

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