Page 16 of One More Bad Boy

Pulling off the headset, she blinked as if she'd been staring into the sun. Through the sheet of invisible wall between us, Amina met my eyes. Her dimples grew, an honest smile forming. She knew she'd sung well—of course she did.

In hindsight, my doubts were foolish.

Amina's smile faltered. Whatever was in my expression had erased her joy.

"Hey," Violet said to me. "Are you alright?"

Shoving the chair back so hard that it tumbled over, I rose quickly. "We need to sign her," I said flatly. "Get the paperwork ready. Amina belongs on our roster."

"Bach?"

But I was already out the door. I didn't look back to see if they were watching me, or what Amina thought of my abrupt retreat. I only knew that I had to get out of there... away from them and everyone and everything.

I'd hoped Amina would be good.

Fuck, I'd wished it.

But I never... not once... thought she could make me feel so much pain.

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