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“Say hi to my girl for me. I bet you had fun finding out all about me, didn’t you?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, just spins on his heel, dragging Valerie with him.

Logan lunges but I grip the back of his cut, keeping him close.

“Not the time, brother,” I whisper in her ear.

“She can’t go with him,” he growls.

“Prospect, it looks like she was more than willing to go with him. You can deal with her later.”

I keep him in my grasp to make sure that he does not go off half-cocked and get himself stabbed or fucking worse. Racer deals with the sheriff, making sure he knows what is what with these fucking cunts who are bringing drugs to our people.

The sheriff keeps stealing little glances at the prospect, making me think they know each other or there is a connection there.

Time to do some digging I think, before shit blows up in our faces.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MADALYN

I am lost in my head, the cursor on my work computer screen blinking at me, moving for the last few minutes, hours, I am not really sure.

My body is a swirling pit of unease and uncertainty.

I have not seen Kohen in four days. The odd text has come through about things at the club have been crazy and the same with the garage. I get it, he is a busy man, but I can’t help the thoughts that drift into my head.

He has not touched me, or come to see, me since we had our moment with Rogue.

I cannot help but think that he doesn’t want anything to do with me now since I let his brother touch me.

“Shit.” I bury my head in my hands, sighing.

Why do I do this to myself?

He probably is not thinking these things and is most likely just busy like he said.

This is a ‘me’ problem, and I know it. That is why I have not reached out to him constantly for him to soothe my stupid feelings that are spinning me out.

Since when did I become such a needy woman? I never used to be like this, but I see how both men and women look at him.

I am not a ten, like he is. Hell, I am lucky if I am a seven, but the girls around the club are a freaking ten.

“Shit. No. Stop it. Get a grip; he will come to see you when he has the time. You are not his top priority.”

The second I say those words, my body deflates.

I am not his top priority.

Before anyone, the twins are his number one, as it should be, and I will never get in the way of that.

Then there is the club, and then Ruth. Fuck me, I am even after his ex-wife, who I know is a big part of his life.

Then there is me, if I factor into his life anymore.

I hate that I feel this way, but after the past I have had with men, there is no stopping the doubt from creeping in. Men have used me, thrown me away. Target was supposed to be different, but I feel the cold distance between us, even though the rational side of my brain is fighting, screaming, saying that everything is okay and that he is just busy.

Pushing back from my desk, I stand and walk to the back room where Darian and I have our lunch. I need a freaking drink; I am sure that my bestie has some vodka hidden some place.

I start pulling open drawers, cupboards, looking until I find a bottle in the back of the freezer.

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