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“Thank you for the offer. I appreciate it. But I still have to talk to Piper,” Ezra says kindly to Sailor. When he talks to me, he is never sweet. It always comes with some undertone of all the dirty things he wants to say to me.

And I like it.

“We don’t need to talk.” I wave to them, then grab my boots and slide them on before I walk out. Ezra says goodbye and follows me. I see his car and shake my head as I walk to my bike.

“You ride a motorcycle?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes,” I reply as I pick up my helmet.

“I haven’t fucked on one of those yet.”

“I have. It’s awkward,” I tell him.

Something dark passes behind his eyes. His jaw sets, and his hands clench into fists. “I’d rather you not tell me who you’ve fucked. Then, I won’t feel the need to murder anyone.”

“Okay, if you insist.” I shrug. “Just so you know, I don’t care who you’ve fucked.”

“Oh, is that so?” He steps up to me and leans down. “Care to tell why my receptionist quit?”

I smile at that.

I may or may not have paid that bitch a visit. With my gun.

She opened the door the day after our run-in at the bar, dressed in a silky pink shirt and a smile on her face. When she saw it was me, it faltered before she tried to slam the door in my face.

I’m used to people doing that to me, so I kicked it in and went inside. She shit herself and told me she would call the cops. I proceeded to tell her she’d be dead before they arrived if she tried.

She didn’t.

Then I listed all her family and how I could reach them.

Easily.

Stupid bitch.

Chapter Twelve

EZRA.

That smile that touches her lips kills me. I can tell she’s thinking of something that makes her happy, but she doesn’t say what it is.

“You’re a hell kitten.”

“I’m far from a kitten, Ezra,” she says, swinging her leg over the seat of her bike.

“But you are. You look as sweet as one, but the reality is you are probably from hell. It’s that fire in you.”

“I’m not sure if I should take that as an insult or a compliment,” she murmurs. I shrug, hoping she’ll drop the subject. At least until I get what I came for. Then I’ll let her show me just how much of a hellcat she can be when I’m rutting into her like a greedy beast.

“What did you say to Lydia?”

“I paid her a visit, is all.”

“You what?”

“Did you really think I would let someone disrespect me like that?” Piper shakes her head and goes to put on her helmet. “Just a warning… don’t bring other women around me. Now, if you will excuse me, I have an appointment with a purple pussy eater.”

I’m confused at first about what she’s talking about.

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