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To my first boyfriend, Nick. Thanks for letting me borrow some of our history in this story. You were a deadbeat, but goddamn your dick was huge.
Yo. I'm DEAD from the dedication.
"I just never picked him as your type. He's old and a gang leader." I gave him a glare. "He's not old. He’s only eleven years older than me—eight years older than you—and in case you forgot, I'm also a gang leader."
Hayden Darling Timber was my birth name, and for all my legal businesses I was Daria Wolff, CEO of Copper Wolf Enterprises.
If it were any other friend, I’d send a protective detail with her. But Madison Kate Wittenberg was one of the only people I trusted to actually keep my little sister safe. It helped that she was surrounded by three of the most dangerous bastards in the western states… aside from me and mine, that was. They wouldn’t let a lick of danger touch Seph and my sister was a happier person for that true friendship, so I was happy for her.
"No one likes a tease, Cass. It's just rude, especially after the night I've had." I tossed the words over my shoulder, not expecting a response at all, given how economical he tended to be with his voice. So it made me pause when I heard his gruff reply. "Who says I was teasing, Hades? Maybe I just regret my choice the other night." Get fucked. He did not just say that.
Mentally, I wrote a quick eulogy for my panties because they'd officially drowned.
"I have a tail," I told Zed in a low voice, not wanting Alexi to overhear. He was a valuable employee, but that was as far as my trust in him went. Zed gave me a smirk and craned his neck to look at my ass. "Do you? That's new."
"I'm not asking for forever, Hayden. Just a chance. You carry so much weight on your shoulders... Let me be an outlet for all that stress, beautiful. I could be your lighthouse if you let me."
"Why? I never needed you to protect me, Zed." His lips twisted in a sorrowful grimace. "Yes, you did. I was just too late." That statement struck me right in the heart, stealing my breath away.
The path back into my good graces was going to be paved with broken glass and jagged rocks.
The testosterone was already way too thick for my liking. Madison Kate must be a fucking saint to willingly commit her life to three meathead men; I'd probably rather become a celibate nun than inflict self-torture like that.
