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He’s locked away.
Moody reached for the shot that was placed in front of him and knocked it back before sitting the glass back down on the counter.
She pulled in a deep breath and decided to confront Moody and see what the hell he wanted. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life in fear of Lamont and any of his associates. Her feet carried her over to him. She slowed as she got close.
“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” he said.
His dark eyes bored into her. She didn’t like the look, but there was nothing she could do.
“What are you doing here, Moody?” she asked. She prayed her voice remained strong and didn’t reveal the fear that was hiding beneath her false brave front.
“I’m here like everyone else. To enjoy a nice drink or two before heading home.” A sinister smile spread on his face. He glanced over at the men with him who let loose a chuckle.
“Cut the bull. What do you want?” she demanded. She kept her voice low, not wanting any of the bartenders to hear their conversation.
Moody’s face grew hard. His dark eyes narrowed on her. He wiped a hand along his jaw and nodded. “Fine. You haven’t been taking any of your husband’s—”
“Ex-husband. He’s my ex-husband,” she corrected.
Moody pushed off his chair and moved closer to her. Her heart raced, but she refused to back down. If she didn’t stand up for herself now, then not only would Moody win, but Lamont would as well.
“Yeah, my man told me he didn’t appreciate getting those papers in the mail. He didn’t consent to no divorce.”
“He didn’t have to.” She’d had it easy. With Lamont in prison, the judge immediately granted her freedom. It had been the best day of her life. “What’s between Lamont and me is none of your business.”
“That’s true, but because of you, he’s locked up.” Moody’s gaze grew fierce.
His two friends glared at her, and it left her feeling uneasy at the same time as pissed off at Lamont.
How dare he!
Because of her?
Her body trembled from rage. It was not her fault that he’d chosen to use his fist on her. Nothing she’d done had ever warranted her husband to hit her.
“No, he’s in prison because of his actions,” she growled. She would not be made to be the victim any longer.
Moody chuckled. “I told him that I saw you at that diner with that white dude. He wasn’t too happy with that.”
“Again, none of either of your business.” She tried to keep her voice down. She didn’t need any of her coworkers knowing the private details of her life.
“Is there a problem?” a hard, deep baritone voice asked.
A presence appeared behind Candi, and she knew without turning who it was.
Dallas.
Chapter Seven
“So who is he? Your guard dog?” the man snarled at Candi.
Dallas focused on the man and took quick inventory of him and the two men with him. He was a gangster. Of that, Dallas was sure, just as the ones with him were.
The one thug to the man’s right had a scar on his right cheek that was deep and ran the length of his face. The other man had long, dark dreadlocks and a deadly glare in his eye.
Dallas gaze moved back to the main guy. This was the man who had spooked Candi.
That put him at the top of Dallas’s shit list.
