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“Why can’t I?”

“Why can’t you what?” I ask.

“Why can’t I try some of your cupcakes in a jar? If it’s an online business, you can bake them here too, right?”

I bite my lip considering it. There are plenty of kitchens in the penthouse and in the casino. I could probably make four or five times as many cupcakes every day than I was in Greer’s bar. “I hadn’t really thought about it yet. Daddy’s making me work with a fucking magician as my punishment for leaving.”

“What? No way! That’s hilarious,” Cass laughs. “Will you be on stage getting sawed in half?”

“God, I hope not,” I groan.

“I can’t wait to come watch.”

“Maybe I could convince him to let me order a few supplies though and bake in my free time…. I’ll give our father a few more days to calm down before I ask him for anything.”

“Did Eli tell you that Cole and I are taking over Daddy’s empire?” Cass asks.

“He did. Congrats.”

“You aren’t mad you weren’t considered?”

“God no. I’ll take my little cupcakes over running the casino and drug trafficking any day of the week. At least I never have to worry about prison,” I add with a grin.

“Not unless you give everyone food poisoning,” she replies with her own smirk. Cass starts toward the door, then stops to ask, “If you could do it all again, leave without looking back, would you?”

“Yes. Definitely,” I answer without hesitation. “I hated lying to everyone in town about who I was, but I had friends, a life. I was happy and free.”

I guess I won’t ever get to experience riding on the back of Jordan’s bike again or driving myself around wherever I want, even if it wasn’t legal for me to be on the road. I should’ve savored those little things more while I had them, before I gave them up. Before I gave him up.

“Sounds fun,” Cass agrees.

“It was while it lasted. Now, I’m going to have to figure out a brand-new plan.”

One without Jordan, and one that doesn’t end up with my father’s bullets in Eli.

After all, I’m the only one who gets to shoot the crazy bastard.

Jordan

“Dude, you’re still moping, missing that girl you caught naked and sucking another guy’s dick?” Hank, the giant former Devil Hound, now Savage King asks me when I’m downing drinks at Greer’s bar.

“Yeah, Hank, I still miss her.”

And him.

I wish I had never met Eli. If I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t be thinking about him, and Maddie, would still be here, because he wouldn’t have come to take her home to her father with him.

“What’s it been? Two days?” Hank asks.

“Two long, miserable days.” At least Colt was able to get the sheriff’s department off my ass so I’m not miserable and sitting in a jail cell. The cops are too busy trying to tie a bunch of missing girls and women across the state to those dead fuckers who nobody is mourning.

“Then it’s time to move on, man.”

“We were together for over a year! I thought she was my wife. I can’t just snap my fingers and forget her after two days!”

“Want me to hit you?”

“What?” I finally turn to stare at the man whose gargantuan head even looks twice as big as everyone else’s.

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