“Well, that’s all you get, Hurricane—” “Where the hell did you learn to play guitar like that?” I say over him. He laughs and moves like he means to step around me. “I’m not telling you another damn thing until you pay me for it.” I grab his tattooed arm, feeling him tense. “Pay you? What the hell does that mean?” “It means nothing in this life is free, Hurricane. You want a more intimate look at my dark and twisties? You better be willing to pay first.” My heart skips a beat as he gives me a look like he wants to eat me alive. My entire body hums as he drags his eyes over me. I suppress a
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