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to hear whining. And there s been no news on what the fuck Travis wants with my daughter. I m
walking along some of the construction when a nail goes through my boot.
 SON OF A FUCKIN BITCH!
I hop over to one of the chairs and flop down. The nail is sticking into the bottom of my boot.
Just stuck there. I know it s the rubber of my sole keeping it in place, but fuck if I ain t pissed.
 Mason& what s wrong?
I look up to see Storm with a worried expression and my anger slightly fades away.
 I stepped on a fuckin nail, I groan.
She smirks before looking on the floor in front of me and kneeling.
 Give it. She gestures to my foot.
Storm gives me no warning before yanking the nail out with her tiny hands, and it takes
everything I have not to kick her in the damn face from the pain she just caused me. I hold in that
pissed off move as she removes my boot and sock.
 It s barely a flesh wound you big ass baby, she laughs.
 You go step on a fuckin nail, I grumble and yank my foot away.
She sighs.  I m sorry.
 Whatever, I respond, putting my sock and boot back on.
 Tatiana is gonna help with the wedding planning. You didn t respond to my text, so I didn t
know if you got it or not.
I did get it, and yes, I m an asshole who didn t respond.
 Musta not heard my phone, I lie, re-lacing my boot.
 Yeah, must not have, she murmurs standing.  I ll see ya ZZ.
Why does she have this ability? The ability to make my jackassery known?
Pyro flops down in the chair beside me with a fifth in his hand.
 You re a fuckin dumbass, he says simply before tilting the bottle to his lips.
 Yeah, why s that?
 Because she wants you and you want her. That fuckin simple brother. One day, all the
decisions you ve ever made about staying away from her are gonna eat your insides all fuckin up. One
day you re gonna regret it and one day you re gonna be pissed you didn t take advantage of that time.
What the hell am I supposed to say to that? One wrong word and I can offend him and Lana, and
I don t wanna fuckin do that.
 Maybe.
And I leave it at that.
 It ain t no maybe, brother. You will. Mark my fuckin words, you will, he murmurs standing
back up and walking away.
What. The. Fuck.
***
Winter
I m talkin with one of the foremen on the construction crew when I hear Pyro s words and
voice gut through me like that blade did months back.
I release the foreman to go back to work, and I chase after Pyro.
 Pyro, I call as I run and he doesn t stop, even though I know he hears me. I reach him and
yank on his cut.  Don t fuckin walk away from me when I m callin for you.
His body stops moving, and his voice comes out heated and angry. A few months ago, that type
of angered voice might have scared me, but not now.  If you weren t my president s girl so help me,
Winter.
 Yeah, yeah you woulda smacked me or some shit. Whatever& are you doin okay?
His body swings around so fast it almost gives me whiplash.
 Am I fuckin okay? You must be fuckin jokin. I swear I know you re not that fuckin stupid
Winter. When I can stop seeing Lana with blood all over her fuckin body, gasping her last fuckin
breaths& maybe then will I be okay.
I gulp.  I miss her too.
 You had her longer than I did, he replies.
How does that make a difference?
 That doesn t matter Pyro. We both loved her.
 Yeah? Well I didn t get to love her long enough. A hundred motherfuckin years wouldn t have
been long enough!
I gasp when I see Braxxon approaching us, looking like a ball of fire ready to burn a victim.
***
Braxxon
My vice president s voice grows loud. I stop talking numbers with Max.
 What the fuck?
My feet carry me quickly as I spot Pyro and Angel in a heated discussion. He fuckin knows
better than to talk to my Angel like that!
What the fuck is his fuckin problem?
 Braxx& baby, it s okay. We were talkin about Lana, Angel says grabbing me by my
shoulders as I square off with Pyro.
 Let me tell you what s not okay, baby. What s not okay is my fuckin vice president who is my
fuckin best friend to be talkin to my woman like that! It s not fuckin okay.
Pyro looks at me.  Let me tell you what s not okay, brother, Pyro growls.  What s not okay is
your woman askin me if I m okay. That shits not okay! My fuckin business is my goddamn own! Not
your fuckin girlfriend s.
What the hell is going on here? I pull Angel closer to me and look into her gold eyes.
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