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I had gotten a taste of her, and I wanted more.

I wasn’t ready to leave her.

I wasn’t ready to let her live a life without me in it.

So I was going to do what I always did when something came my way that I wanted. I would take it.

I kissed her bare shoulder and got out of bed. Leaving her right now was one of the hardest things I’ve done. But I had to do it for my plan to work.

I was going to give up my patch. As soon as my eyes laid on her naked flesh, I realized my patch was the least I would give up to spend time with her. I knew Roach wanted a new VP and I had enough experience to get it. Then once that was settled, I wasn’t going to rest till she was back at the club where I could watch her every move and when I wasn’t doing that, I’d be sneaking her into my bed.

I scribbled a note for her to stay put till I got back. I took another long look at her before leaving.

God darn she was beautifuland if I had my way, she was going to be all mine.

Chapter 11

Abby

I found out the hard way and maybe that was my fault, or maybe I was just as stupid as my sister. It didn’t matter as I stood at the reception desk listening to the man order me a taxi. The details of the night before were blurry at best, but this morning’s memories were crystal clear.

The feeling of waking up alone in a motel room, the feeling of my stomach dropping when I reached out to the other side of the bed and found that Reaper wasn’t there. He didn’t even stay long enough to say good morning. Hell, he didn’t even stay around long enough for me to wake up.

As I chewed over this morning’s events, I found myself becoming more bitter by the moment.

Why didn’t he wait? Why couldn’t he just wait until I woke up?

“The taxi will be here in about ten minutes.”

My head snapped up to the man behind the counter. I could see the pity in his eyes, and that was only making the disappointment in myself grow.

“Thanks,” I muttered, scooping my bag off the counter and heading out. The door chimed as I pulled it open.

The morning’s air was bitter cold.

I felt like a cheap hooker waiting for the taxi of shame.

I wanted to hit him. I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to whip all this anger I was feeling for him, at him.

I couldn’t be sure what was worse: that I wanted to see him, or that I knew he had gotten what he wanted and left as soon as he could.

I knew he had no intentions of seeing me again. Perhaps that’s why my anger was being clouded by this feeling of betrayal and hurt.

I thought he likedme.I thought we weredifferent.All last night, I had somehow convinced myself that we would turn out different, but this morning, I realized there was no‘we.’There wasn’t even anus.

“You look lost, love.”

I was pulled from my thoughts, and I looked over my shoulder. I hadn’t even noticed him when I went outside.

He was leaning against the wire fence, a cigarette in hand and this devilish charm within his eyes. I could see with one look he was born to be trouble. Tall, chiseled features and eyes that could steal your every thought shone in the sun.

“Not lost, just waiting,” I replied and for the second time today, I heard the emptiness in my voice. I might be feeling like a depressed train wreck, but I didn’t like hearing that in my voice. Why couldn’t I put up a front?

“The name’s Drake.” He flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, stomping on it.

I was freshly burnt. The last thing I needed was to spark an interest with another flame. I gave him a tight smile and turned my attention back to the road. I wished that the taxi would come faster.

“So not the friendly type then?”

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