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204 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 26, 2020
“FUCK!” Prez roars into the receiver. “And why the fuck is she there with you, huh?” “What? You wanna take her home to your wife?”
“No. I both love and resent you for that. You offered me protection if I sucked your club brother’s dicks. You offered Raine your protection, but she didn’t need to become your club whore. Why is that?” My voice is full of warning, “Ivy.”
Jett sits in a recliner with a tall brunette on his lap. Every inch of her looks expensive, from her dark, glossy locks to her designer heels. I feel like a grubby child by comparison. This must be his wife, Mia.
“You want me. I just can’t figure out why you’re stalling.” “You’re married.” “And?” “I can’t do this. I’m ... I can’t.”
Finally, I pull back the plastic. Hair. Long dark hair I spent a fortune on every month. Hair I used to grip in my hands as I fucked her. Those chestnut strands are no longer soft, but tacky with blood as I reach in and move them off her face. Her mouth is slackened as if in sleep, her eyes closed, and her long black lashes fan her cheeks. Her expression is peaceful, but I know her death was not.
“My wife is dead, Kick. There ain’t no making it right. There’s only revenge.”
I killed the man who killed my wife. An eye for an eye, and it doesn’t even matter anymore.
