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would physically remove my nuts if I even thought about touching his only daughter. He knew about my past. I’d never tried to hide it from anyone. There were certain parts I never talked about but I’d been honest with him about my vices, and in return he gave me his trust. Eric Waters, better known as Big E to the town folk, took a chance on a lost kid trying to find his place in this shit world. He was a well-respected man around these parts, and when a well-respected man refers your business, you don’t go fucking his pride and joy.
                  Oh, there was no doubt about it. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so bad I couldn’t sit properly. I wanted to fuck her, make sweet love to her, and do very bad things to her. It was crazy fucking beautiful-the need I had for this woman.
                  No.
                  I had to stop thinking with my dick. There was no way I’d jeopardize my relationship with Big E. And I had a feeling Madison Waters was not the type of woman I could easily walk away from. Swallowing hard, I fisted the steering wheel.               No.
                  My heart had been obliterated before, the pain and loss had nearly destroyed me.
                  No .
                  Maddie was off limits.
    Madison was off limits.
                  I’d bought my house and the ten acres that came along with it two years ago. It was a work in progress, but it had a solid foundation, a great view, and it was mine. Dumping my pockets, I hooked my phone up to charge while I grabbed a quick shower. During the day I was a mechanic, but at night I helped manage my cousin Archer’s bar. I guess you could say I was somewhat of a work-a-holic. Even though I didn’t have to work at all, I made sure I constantly stayed busy. My sobriety depended on it. I could live comfortably off of my inheritance for the rest of my life, doing absolutely nothing, but I’d learned the hard way that was not an option for me.
    You know what they say about idle hands.
    I washed up…trying my best to ignore the raging hard on that kept staring me in the face. She was seriously fucking with my head.
                  Both of them.
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                  I had to hand it to Arch…he knew exactly what he was doing. My cousin had been a Vegas night club owner for ten years prior to moving here. That experience, mixed with his Texas roots, and the perfect location, made Archer’s a huge success right off the bat.
    The main bar was about twenty feet long, accented with red and white lighting. Black leather stools lined the lip of the bar, while black pub tables and chairs flocked the mahogany wood floors throughout. The back housed six pool tables. All of which, Archer had specially hand crafted with red felt tops, and black and white intricate base designs. The dance floor was massive, housing a fully equipped stage for live bands. The waitresses all wore black tank tops with Archer’s written with red cursive letters across the front, denim shorts, and black cowboy boots. They were all hot-coming in every shape and size.
                  Our rarest breed, Katy Vaughn, was stocking the bar when I arrived for my shift. Katy was one cool ass chick. She was just a down home, sweet girl. She would do anything in the world for anybody. Since the bar opened almost a year ago, Katy had become a good friend.
                  “What up, Kat? Arch in the back?”
                  Shoving bottled beer into the cooler, she gave me a sweet smile. “Hey, Holden. Yeah, he’s been back there all day.”
                  “Thanks, darlin’.” I gave the bar a light slap.              Archer’s office was located behind the full length mirror that lined the back of the bar. He’d had it designed so that it sat several feet above the ground, giving him a perfect