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My blood ran cold, and suddenly I didn’t care if Dad saw me half naked or not.

I jumped out of that hot tub as if it was burning me and blotted with a towel.

“Great, shit’s gonna get messy now, it’s easier just to drain the hot tub after you kill them,” Cody said with a boredom in his voice.

“Dad.” I swallowed sharply, pushing my wet hair to the back. He seemed to still be in shock, which was fair enough. How many times do you see your daughter drop out of a man's pool after asking that girl to be killed?

The bullet in that gun was for me.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Abby?” Dad’s moment of shock had gone, and he was in full-on rage mode now. Great, another reason for him to fight with me about. I guess at least I wasn’t going to be shot in the head.

“Your daughter!” Cody looked outraged. “You fucking with me?”

“No, I’m not, but I bet you were about to,” Dad snarled and reached into his vest.

“Dad, nothing happened, trust me. You stopped it, and I just want to go home, so please just take me home?”

Only hours ago I couldn’t get farther away from the clubhouse, and now I was begging to go back.

I stopped in front of Dad, rising on my toes, making eye contact with him. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. Don’t kill him. Take me home, please.”

There was a calm voice that Kim and I used on Dad when shit got seriously fucked up, and right now stopping Dad from killing this guy counted as a serious situation.

“Fine, get your clothes.” His eyes scorched mine for a moment as I scrambled off to find the pieces of my clothes.

Why couldn’t I just have a normal teenage life? You know, the one where you spent your night on Facebook stalking the guy you were never going to talk to or search “weheartit.”

But no.

I had to be a biker bitch who is creating drama when I’m not getting into drama.

I had a strong feeling that the lecture I was getting off Dad for this one was going to be a long one.

Chapter 43

Abby

“Cody Marks!” Kim jumped on my bed, waking me up. “I just don't believe it. I’ve been trying to get on that for years.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe it was the whole cast thing that did it for him.”

“Shut up, Kim,” I groaned while trying to push her off the bed with my feet. I failed miserably.

“Have to ask,” she sniggered, “did you wrap the cast in plastic first?” She broke out into uncontrollable laughter.

Why did the thought of my broken arm and sex in a hot tub amuse her so much? The woman was insane!

“Piss off, Kim!”

“Bubbles, alcohol, no clothes, and a plastic bag!” she stuttered out while rolling around on the end of my bed, laughing her head off.

“If you don’t get out, my cast is going to give you a facelift.”

“Have to ask.” She positioned herself with one elbow, “will there be a plastic bag involved.”

I threw a pillow at her.

For someone who wasn’t a morning person, she really was laying it on thick this morning!

“How do you know anyway?” I snapped, pulling myself up into a sitting position.

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