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Brent

Inever thought I’dturn down getting laid. But there I was, telling Sloane no again. It was hard to avoid the clingy brat.

She was blocked from my phone—too many drunk texts and calls. Also, far too many nudes. Those weren’t as bad, but I didn’t want those to show up at an inopportune time. Fallon was mine to claim and no one would deter me. Not even myself.

Unfortunately for me, Sloane was persistent and showed up wherever she thought that I would be. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.

And if she found out who I was pursuing, Fallon would be put under a sniper’s red dot. Sloane and her family were brutal in this life we lived. They had the power to kill without question.

On top of that, Fallon is set to take over her mother’s company from what The Dictator told me—along with telling me to stay away from her. That leaves an open spot for a hostile takeover or just the total destruction of the company. It madesomesense why he didn’t want me around her, but I wasn’t going to pay that any mind.

I would, however, protect her as much as possible in our world. It was abundantly clear she was completely innocent. Sex had nothing to do with her innocence. When we spoke, she had a childlike wonder about things—an excitement that I wished I had about the world. What was also clear was that her mother told her jack shit about the life we lived and waded through. Fallon was sorely unprepared for a life in the elites, and she had no one to teach her the ropes.

Until she met me.

“Look, Sloane, I am going to be late for practice, and you continually coming to my house or places that you think I’ll be is just draining at this point.” My front door was cracked open just enough to let me speak to her, but I kept the lock chain connected. I knew how she was.

“You act like you have an option here. I can make one call to my parents and your grandfather will have your ass. The time for your silly little games is over.” There she went making threats again, thinking her family had real sway over mine.

Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. I never tested her like this. “Making threats isn’t how you get cooperation.” That was a lie. It was definitely how I got cooperation.

What I meant wasmaking threats doesn’t bode well for romantic partners, but my point was still made from the look on her face. She would get wrinkles too quickly from how oftenshe twisted her face up like that.

Botox would start early for herif it hadn’t already.

“It’s the only way you’ll listen to me.” She crossed her arms, her too small purse falling off her shoulder and down her arm. That looked like it angered her even more for some odd reason.

When Slone didn’t get her way...everyone needed to prepare for a toddler-esque temper tantrum.

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