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higher. Who knew it had a mince setting?
    Dammit .
    It had never been his intention to hurt her like this—especially not to drag her this far into his darkness. When they’d first met all those months ago in Zoe’s living room, the attraction had been sizzling and instant—but they’d also been living in a bubble. They’d thought they could go after the bad guys and emerge unscathed. They’d thought they were super heroes in plain clothes, invincible and unstoppable, Superman and Wonder Woman. And after the fire, Brynn had just kept thinking the same thing. She agreed to ignore his monster face…if he ignored the dark preferences of his sexuality.
    Like the messed-up shit he was, he’d agreed. Had even accepted the distortion of his face as karmic payback for the dark desires of his mind and body, indulged over the years in select BDSM dungeons, and now maybe the universe was realigned in that regard, too. Maybe now he wouldn’t crave the high of taking a woman to the edge of her limits, physically and psychologically. Maybe now he’d look like a monster but have the sexual needs of a normal man. And maybe, one day far away, he’d be able to settle down with a normal woman, just like Brynn. Maybe she’d be that woman.
    But that had been an illusion, too. His sorry dick still wanted what it did, and Brynn had made it clear she wasn’t wired that way.
    So maybe he was just a depraved fuck who deserved what fate had dished out.
    Yeah, even the woman who edged away from him, shaking her head slowly, gorgeous features twisting harder. “You don’t say,” Brynn repeated, as if hoping to gain strength from it. That in itself was wrong. So wrong. He should be her strength. That so wasn’t happening, either. And likely never would.
    He was still a messed-up shit. Only now, without any bubble.
    Shay, still gaping in shock, was distracted long enough for Zoe to race forward. Tait’s protesting bellow, as well as her husband’s attempt to hold her back, were too late. The little brunette jerked open the Escalade’s door.
    “ Caramba !” she shrieked.
    “Holy crap!” El seconded.
    Brynn joined her friends but didn’t say a word. She stared, still tucked in against herself, as Stock let out a loud grunt. From his position at the front of the car, Dan couldn’t tell if the guy was terrified, pissed, or both. Not that it mattered. Not that the shreds of his gut would magically heal, even if he strutted back there and really finished flaying the asshole—a craving he fought harder with every passing minute.
    A reward for the self-control came in one of the oddest forms he could imagine.
    Again before anyone could hold her back, Zoe stomped forward. Grabbed the frame of the car door opening in order to balance herself—as she rammed the heel of one cobalt cowboy boot into the bridge of Stock’s nose.
    “Woooo!” El pumped a fist into the air. “Oh my God, Zo. Awesome! I heard his bones crunch and everything!”
    “Shit,” Tait muttered.
    “Fuck.” Shay pinched his nose.
    “Damn.” Dan snickered. Not even a censuring glare from Brynn quelled him. Why fight for a sinking ship? Tait was right; the woman was one of the best things that had come along in his life—but maybe he simply wasn’t meant to have nice things. It was a damn idiot’s game to continue thinking otherwise.
    “Oops.” Zoe swung a wide, innocent gaze at her husband. “Look, papi . The desgraciado fell down, right on his face. What a shame.”
    Melody actually high-fived her for that—on her way to the opening. “I’m next.”
    “No, you’re not.” Ghid roped a burly arm around her waist and dragged her at least six feet backward.
    “Goddammit!” She beat at his meaty chest. “Don’t you dare deprive me of this, Ghid. That monster has to pay for the evil he dragged into my life. Into yours .” She drove a glare at Shay and Tait. “And yours !”
    “And we’ve all overcome it.” Ghid braced her shoulders, making the order