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Except, my eyes never left the woman two cars down from my own.

“Who is that?” I heard Ameer whisper.

Boseman didn’t answer.

Neither did I.

“That’s her, isn’t it?” Assman, my newest member of the gang division, asked.

I looked at Assman, whose actual name was Berger Assman, and shrugged. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re looking at her like she’s hung the moon, not like she’s a weirdo for eating an entire rotisserie chicken in the parking lot of a grocery store,” he pointed out.

Well, he did have a point.

“She did, once upon a time,” I said as I walked past, keeping my head down.

No matter how hard I tried to break through her walls this last year, she’d resisted.

I’d called.

I’d stopped by.

I’d sent her gifts.

I’d sent Ande.

I’d sent my brothers.

Hell, I’d even gotten desperate and approached her brother.

That had been a mistake.

Her brother hadn’t given me anything and had, in fact, given me a reason to arrest him.

And arresting her brother hadn’t gotten me into Shayne’s good graces.

In fact, it’d only made things worse.

Yet, instead of walking past, I went around her car to the passenger window and knocked on it.

She rolled down the window, not once looking at me. “You want to meet up tomorrow?”

That was the only thing she’d give me.

Meaningless sex.

We’d meet at my place. She’d fuck me senseless. Then she’d leave.

But, since I was a glutton for punishment, I didn’t fucking care that she left.

I only cared about taking her any way I could get her.

“Sure,” she grumbled.

“Are you…” I started, but before I could finish the rest of my question, she rolled up the window.

“Burn,” Assman snorted.

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