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“That would be the plan that I came up with, and the same plan that is going to fucking work.”

Roach in all his rage was leaning against a pool table, looking like the devil pissed off now more than ever.

Hadn’t even noticed him.

That’s awkward.

Kim leaned against a wall. “She has a point. The cash isn’t what he wants.”

“Thought that was the condition he gave you?” Roach reminded them.

“Yeah, but it’s like this. Damon only wants one thing, and it isn’t cash.” Her eyes landed on Abby. “Abby should know, she’s been the one dancing with the flame this whole time.”

“I don’t dance,” Abby shot at her. “And don’t even go there, Kim.”

“What? I’m just saying what you know. Damon is hard up on you, and he isn’t going to let your ass walk, not without a fight.”

“Then we give him a fight,” I spoke between the twins. “The fucker knows how it is. You girls weren’t theirs; your blood is with us, and it is simple as that.”

“Yeah, that was till Abby got those two initials tattooed on her shoulder.” Kim scoffed. “This is going to be a trainwreck.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be there.” Abby glared at Kim. “Would hate for you to be dragged into it when you clearly never wanted to get mixed up with them.”

“I take it on the chin; it was my idea. But fuck me, Abby, you’re the one that turned into the shooting, tattooed monster.”

“And you’re the one who turned into the scared little girl who couldn’t stand the sight of blood.”

“Well, when it comes to blood, you would be the one to ask. Did you keep count? Or was it more like a mark on the bed post after each one?”

“You’re a minute away from a bitch slap, Kim.”

“ENOUGH!” Roach roared, silencing both of them. “The plan will work, so stop the bitching, and if things go sour, you will have us behind you. So enough with the arguing and someone get me a fucking drink.”

Abby chewed on her bottom lip, and I knew she had more to say, but instead of firing her dad up worse, she swallowed it and went around the bar, pouring her old man a drink.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew there was a chance that things were going to go north when Damon didn’t take the deal. But I had dealt with worse, and I wasn’t letting some little fuckwit ruin what Abby and I had.

I had just gotten her back, and I wasn’t planning on losing her anytime soon.

Chapter 7

Abby

I didn’t know love could be so painful. That being in love could be this painful. It was a blistering, painful, never-ending type of love. I was torn between what I knew I had to do and what I should do. I wanted Kade. I wanted a future with him. But this future was going to cost me, possibly my life.

I heard the front door close, and my eyes shot to Kim. We just had to keep our cool and it should go smoothly.

“What the fuck are you girls doing in the kitchen? I know firsthand you can’t cook.” Damon dropped a slab of beer down on the counter. “What the fuck is that?” His eyes landed on the black bag.

Kim was a nervous fucking wreck, so I knew it was up to me.

“Your money.” I slid off the stool. “From the bikers. You said that was the price of our freedom. Well, there you go.”

His body tensed and I watched his jaw clench. “You think I’m going to just let you walk without blood being spilled?”

“I think you wanted your money, you got your money. Now we walk.”

“She can walk.” He reached behind him and pulled out his gun from the back of his jeans, then pointed it at Kim. “You can walk right fucking now.”

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