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We’re not here in this alley, sweaty and calm, because we’re meant to be together.

We’re here because we’re meant to be apart.

“Put me down,” she says, pushing me back with a grip on the shoulders of my jacket.

I don’t move for a moment.

“Tony.” She growls my name and squirms in my arms, already regretting our desperate act. “Put me down.”

I drop her legs and take a step back, tucking my dick away as I create distance. She sighs and looks down at her leg, then up at me, eyes flashing with anger.

I grin at her, the need gone now, my sanity firmly in place. But I’m not an animal. I slip my hoodie over my head and throw it at her. “Use that.”

She catches it, wipes my come off the inside of her thigh, and throws it back. Then she points her finger at me. “Go home. You got what you came for and now you need to go home.”

Then she picks up her bag of forgotten food, opens the back door to Sick Boyz Ink, and slips inside.

CHAPTER EIGHT - BELINDA

I go inside, close the door, and lean against it.

What the hell did I just do?

“Oh, my God!” I whisper. What the fuck is wrong with me? I know better! I know better.

It took me so long to get over him. So many months of crying myself to sleep. So many months of that sick, gutted feeling in my stomach. So many months of utter despair and sadness.

And the worst of it wasn’t that he got away—it was that I knew he was the wrong man for me. And yet I couldn’t stop those feelings. I could not control my emotions.

He took me.

He took me, and he used me, and he threw me away.

And I knew he was doing it. He didn’t even lie about it.

Just like he’s not lying about it now. He came here to fuck me and throw me away once again.

And I just… let him.

I walk over to the breakroom table, set the food down, and then grip the edge and lean over, still breathing hard from the sex, my heart still hammering inside my chest from the lust.

I am sick. All over again. Because I already want him again.

And if he doesn’t go home… if he doesn’t leave town… we’re going to do this forever. We will be stuck in this sick rut of obsession. We will use each other up until there’s nothing left of either of us.

He will ruin me, and I will ruin him, and… and…

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I turn to see Vic Vaughn looming in the doorway, his massive six-foot-plus frame completely blocking the light from the hallway like some dark monster coming to expose my secrets.

“I…” I look at the door, then quickly avert my eyes and find the food on the table. “I got dinner.” I point to the bag. “For Vonn and Vinn. They wanted meatballs from Anna Ameci’s.”

I can still feel the stickiness from Tony’s come lingering on my inner thigh like evidence and I want nothing more than to go into the bathroom and wash it off.

Wash Tony Dumas off like the filth he is.

Vic just stares at me, his expression hard, like always, his blue eyes dark, like always. His tatted-up arms crossed over his chest and his expectations unclear, like always.