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Oh sweet baby Jesus. I was definitely a pierced peen convert.
Oh yeah.
Were we in some kind of reverse harem? I wasn’t sure. And if so, where did that leave Brax?
The guys were like brothers and I was worried I’d end up coming between them. Whatever was happening between Brax and I had been derailed by the revelation my father killed his, albeit indirectly. There really was no way to come back from that.
Every time he looked at me, I knew he saw my father and what he’d done. It killed me inside, but I understood. In time, maybe we could be friends. Or something. But for now, there was just too much hurt and trauma.
Not fucking Quinn would have been the more sensible idea. Brax was OK with me and Harley, but I wasn’t sure he’d feel the same way once he knew Quinn had joined our little harem. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about it either.
Quinn was funny, sweet, and sexy as fuck, but did I need any more complications in my life? I was already having doubts about my relationship with Harley. Associating with me put them both in danger.
The veiled threat from the white supremacist guy at the prison lay heavy on my mind. I really needed to talk to Dad again, but it was impossible.
Letters to and from the prison were opened and read by prison staff, so he couldn’t exactly reveal the details of what happened.
If Dad hadn’t warned me about Michael’s questionable loyalties, I might have asked him what was going on, but now I couldn’t trust Michael either.
Frankly, I had no clue who I could trust.
I had to fix this. If Dad wasn’t responsible for the collapse of his investment fund, then I needed to find out who was. It was obvious the FBI weren’t making any headway. After nine months, their primary focus was on securing a conviction for Dad. They didn’t appear to be looking for anyone else.
I’d try and schedule another visit with Dad. Then we could talk. Hopefully Nazi guy was busy that day. With a bit of luck, he’d pick on someone bigger and scarier than him and end up shanked in the shower. A girl could dream.
“Are you good to go?” Harley’s question broke into my chaotic thoughts.
“Sure,” I mumbled, draining the last of my coffee.
“I’ll call an Uber. We have plenty of time to get to the airport, but no sense in tempting fate,” Quinn said, swiping his phone. Once again he looked at me with a slightly worried expression, but I forced a smile and he relaxed.
“OK, a car will be here in five minutes.”
Harley nodded. We stood, ready to walk over to the corner where the car would pick us up. The sound of screeching tires caught my attention. In my peripheral vision, a black SUV sped down the street, forcing other vehicles out of the way.
Just as it reached us, the window wound down and I heard several loud bangs.
A woman screamed.
Chairs clattered to the floor with the sound of glass shattering and plates breaking.
People started yelling, shouting for help.
I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, another in my side. For a moment, everything went still. I looked up. Clouds floated across the sky between the towering skyscrapers. High above, birds soared.
“Stella!” A man’s voice yelled in my ear as I sank to the floor.
The pain in my shoulder grew worse, sharper and more distinct.
My side throbbed.
Agony flooded my system with adrenaline and I began to tremble, my skin clammy and cold.
Everything went gray and then black. The sirens in the distance faded away and I was gone.
Chapter 69
Harley
