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She was spending more time at my house than she did her own and she said her parents had no idea. How could they not notice that their sixteen–soon-to-be-seventeen-year-old was missing?

I would know if Hannah was missing. But she kept quiet. Kept a low profile at school. I think she did it on purpose so no one would miss her if she did go missing.

I snapped my eyes off the pool table and looked up at the bar. I was slightly surprised to find a pair of blue eyes glaring at me. In fact, if looks could kill, I’d be dead. Why was Tyson glaring at me?

I could take in his vest from here. He was a Satan’s Sons member. Made sense we would come across each other at one of these events. What didn’t make sense was why I was suddenly so nervous and throwing down the rest of my beer.

“So, Layla, which was your favorite: watching your old man show someone down, or witnessing a threesome with a midget?” Reaper asked.

“I was terrified seeing Dad kill for the first time.” I leaned on the table, talking over the music and loudness of the crowd. “But that midget threesome will forever haunt me.”

Cyrus chuckled. “And here I thought my ability to kill a man would have her running.”

I shrugged.

“Tyson. Finally back I see.” Reaper looked to his left. I didn’t even want to look. If Tyson was standing there, I did not want to see that glare again.

Did he think I was invading his territory or something by being here? Whatever his problem was, I didn’t want to encourage it or make it worse.

God, those blue eyes glaring like that would have any sane person running. So I leaned back into Cyrus. Tyson shouldn’t even so much as glance in my direction again now.

If Cyrus thought for a second someone was threatening me, then his gun would be out and down thatpoor man’s mouth. If Tyson knew what was good for him, he better bloody stop glaring at me.

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