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But there’s a brand-new crowd of freaking college girls blocking the doorway, all of them gazing up at Vann Vaughn like he’s some kind of hot Colorado tattoo god, so I head into the alley, walking fast, trying to buy myself some time to figure out what just happened.

I round the corner to the back alley and duck into the little alcove that houses the back door to Sick Boyz, press my back against the bricks and… breathe.

Wow. That kiss was…

Wow.

And that’s when Tony Dumas comes into view. His mouth a flat, angry line. His eyes dark with heat. His chest heaving through his tight t-shirt as he breathes through whatever feelings are coursing through his blood. “What the fuck was that?”

“What are you doing here? Won’t your new girlfriend wonder where you’re at?”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”

I scoff. “You wish. I don’t give one flying fuck about who you have dinner with, Tony.”

“It wasn’t dinner. It was lunch.”

I scoff again.

“That’s right,” he says, coming into the alcove towards me, getting way too close to me. So close that I can smell the familiar, sexy scent of his body. “We spent the entire day together. Laughing and talking like normal people.” He lowers his voice. “Flirting.” He’s so close now he reaches up and rests his hand against the side of my face. “She won’t turn me away when I try to fuck her later.”

“Good for you,” I say, pushing him back. I clap my hands together. Slowly. Like he’s special and deserves this mocking accolade. “She’s in love with Vann, by the way. So whatever you get from her is just sloppy seconds.”

“Hmm.” He smiles at me with tight lips. “I’d believe that. If I thought he was fucking her. Which he isn’t. So no, sorry. She appears to be all mine.”

“You can have her. No one cares, Tony.”

“Except you.”

“No.” I laugh. “I do not care who you fuck.”

“No?” he says, once again taking a step forward. His fingertips reach for the edge of my t-shirt and he pulls me towards him until my breasts bump up against his chest.

“No,” I whisper back. And it’s the truth. I do not have room in my head for Tony right now. That’s not what’s on my mind in this moment. At all.

My thoughts are consumed by Vann.

But, for some reason I can’t quite articulate, this time, when Tony kisses me on the mouth the way he did last night… this time I do not push him away.

CHAPTER SEVEN - TONY

Soshee is a love-game mastermind. I bow to her.

We get lost in conversation as we sit across the street from Sick Boyz Ink waiting for the night to be over so we can stalk our respective targets and bully them into something yet unknown.

I’m pretty sure she’s picturing herself fucking Vann Vaughn tonight.

I know I’m picturing myself with Belinda. I want to do deliciously dirty things to her. Not romantic things. Nothing about what I’m doing here has anything to do with romance.

It’s pure hate-fucking.

I want to put my hand up to her throat and feel her swallow.

I want to yank her jeans down to her knees and fuck her up against a brick wall.

I want to bite her lip when I kiss her and make her whine.

I want to bang her and then walk away, satisfied that I got what I came for.