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“Don’t worry.They’re all goingto know what it’s like to be fucked with.I’ve got every intentionof fucking with them.”

Hardy nodded.“Do me a favor, Gash, becareful.”

“What do youmean?”

“It means that I know you, and Iknow this path you’re heading down.You need your revenge, and theonly way for you to get that is to hurt a woman.Hurting women isnot what you’re about.”Hardy went to run fingers through his hair,and stopped when he remembered his hair was in fact done for theprom.“When you hurt a woman, it takes you to a newlevel.”

“You’ve never killed awoman.”

“I’ve hurt the woman I love.I’vehurt Rose at every angle there is.I’m a mean motherfucker for whatI’ve done to her, and I hate myself for it.There’s nothing I cando to change that.I really wish there was, but there’s not.I’mchanging.I’m becoming the man for her.”

“You can’t change the factyou’re a biker.”

“I know, but I can changethe kind of man she has.She changed for me.Rose gave me a shot inthe beginning, and it’s time I gave her back what she gave me.Ilove her.She’s my heart and soul.”

“What are you getting at?”Gashasked.

“If you go down this path ofmurder with Charlotte, and even with Rebecca, it could finallytakeyou awayfrom what you know.It’ll stop you from ever experiencinglove.”

Gash chuckled.“I’ve experienced love,but it was a fucking fantasy.”

“What?”Hardyasked.

“I can’t believe I’m about totell you this.I had a dream, or at least I think it was a dream.Iwas completely fucked out of my mind.I can’t even remember what Iwas dreaming about or the kind of shit that was going on around me.I met a woman, and she had hair that smelled like warm vanilla.Thelength was so long that I wrapped it around my fist, pulling on itas I made love to her.Her moans were the sweetest I’ve everheard.”Gash looked lost in his fantasy.“I felt with her what Iimagined you felt with Rose.She was home.She wasperfection.”

“What happened?”

“The following morning Iwoke up, and she was gone.There was no memory of her name, oranything else than what I’ve described to you.I can’t rememberher.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.She had to havebeen a dream.”

Hardy chuckled.“What if it had beenCharlotte, or Rebecca?”

“It couldn’t have been Rebecca.She was out that night.It wasn’t Charlotte.”

“How do youknow?”

“Charlotte is not my kind.She’s lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she’s too damn sweet.I likemy women on the naughty side.”

Hardy shrugged, looking down at hiswatch.“It’s time to go and bring my woman to the prom.”

“You’re really going forthis?”

“Yes.I love my woman, and shedidn’t have a prom of her own.”Hardy slapped him on the back, andmoved out to his car.Baker was with Rose, but he was riding tomeet Millie.From what he’d learned from Baker, he was datingMillie without her actually knowing she was being dated.It wasbizarre to Hardy, but he wasn’t going to upset the brother in anyway.

He made his way out to the car,climbing inside.Hardy had already left the dress on her bed forher to find.Baker had called him to let him know that she’d foundthe dress for herself, and was already putting it on.

The drive didn’t take very long, andsome of the locals were also invited along for the event.Hardydidn’t mind sharing this with everyone.The only person he had eyeson was his woman, Rose.

Pulling up outside of the house, heknocked on the door.

Baker opened the door first, shook hishand, and slapped him on the back.“Is Millie at theprom?”

“She’s there.”

“Phew, I thought I’d haveto go and find her.”

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