Page 73 of Undone

“I wanna hit you so bad right now you—motherfucker.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because you’re mother-fuckin-right. I’m no good for her right now. I really fucked-up, didn’t I?”

“Yup.”

“Fuck.”

“You’ve already said that.”

I blew out a long breath, then looked him straight in the eye while poking my finger into his chest, “If anything happens to her—I will hold you responsible.”

“I’ll take care of your woman. You take care of Creed. When shit is over—everything with her can be worked out. But if she’s anything like my Devon… you’re gonna be in for it.”

My lips twitched. My anger cooled. “I sure as shit hope so. You really aren’t gonna tell me where you stashed her?”

“Nope.”

“I’ll find her.”

“You can try.”

I smirked, as I turned my back and walked away. I’ll let Rog think he bested me, but no one is gonna keep me from what’s mine. Even the man who might be slightly more respected than me around here. I pulled out my cell and texted Luce.

Me:I’m gonna find you babe. There’s no hiding from what’s between us. I’m sorry if I hurt you… I was hurtin’ darlin’.

Luce:I’m done. I mean it. There’re no words… for how much you’ve hurt me. I’m tired of it. It’s over. Leave me alone.

Me:I hate myself for what I’m putting you through. Just give me time. I’ll treat you like the queen you are.

Luce:I never wanted to be a queen. I just wanted to be yours…

“FUCK!” I cursed, kicking the tire of the nearest parked truck. She’s locking me out. But somehow—someday, I’ll find a way back in. Until then, I needed to focus with laser-like intensity on one thing: making everyone who stands in my way pay, starting with the Felons.

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