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escape plan. Not yet at least.
    When her back hit the wall, she let out a fake whimper. “ I ’ m
just hungry. I have nothing …”
    “ You don ’ t fucking steal from me, ” the man said. “ Nobody does. You don ’ t know who the fuck I am, cunt.
I ’ ve killed people for
less. ”
    “ Please, ” Avery said. “ Let ’ s work this out. ”
    “ Yeah,
work this out, ” the man
said. “ Tell you what, baby … suck me off and I ’ ll put a bullet between your
eyes. You won ’ t feel a
thing. If you don ’ t suck me
off, I ’ m going to tie you
to a fucking chair and slowly kill you. ”
    Holy fuck …
    This guy was serious.
    What kind of fucking town was this?
    “ Okay, ” Avery said. “ Calm down. ”
    “ Five
seconds to decide, cunt. ”
    “ Don ’ t call me that. You don ’ t …”
    The man pushed the barrel harder under Avery ’ s chin, hurting her tongue and
throat. She whimpered, this time for real.
    “ Please, ” she whispered. “ Give me a second …”
    “ Two … One …”
    “ Whoa,
whoa, whoa …” It was another
voice. “ Pop, what the fuck
is going on here? ”
    Avery turned her head and lost her breath for a second.
There was a tall, strong man in a leather cut standing with his hand around the
barrel of the gun. His eyes were dark and sexy, and when he looked at Avery,
she felt like she could faint. It was the guy she saw just before she dropped
the motorcycle and just before the explosion went off.
    “ Landon,
let me handle my business, ” Pop said. “ This cunt …”
    “ Stop
calling me that, ” Avery
said.
    Pop slapped Avery across the face. His old hand was like a
damn brick. It sent her hair sailing around and Avery turned, gripping her
cheek. Tears fill her eyes and she tried to stand tough, but damn, it hurt.
    “ Hey, ” the biker yelled. “ We don ’ t fucking do that right now. ”
    “ Don ’ t tell me …”
    “ Pop,
calm down for a second. Your heart is going to explode. What the fuck happened? ” The biker then looked at Avery. “ Did you take it up the
ass? ”
    “ What? ” Avery asked.
    “ That ’ s what Pop likes. If he ordered
it … paid for it …”
    “ I ’ m not a fucking whore, ” Avery said.
    “ Okay
then, ” the biker said.
    “ Landon,
she stole from me, ” Pop
said.
    Landon … the second time Avery heard it, it stuck.
    Landon.
    Landon was muscular. Landon was sexy.
    Landon also had his hand around the barrel of the gun still.
He slowly worked the weapon from Pop ’ s
hand and placed it on the counter.
    “ What
did you steal? ” Landon
asked Avery.
    “ Nothing, ” Avery said. “ Yet. I was going to grab a
slice. I ’ m hungry. ”
    “ She ’ s a cunt thief! ” Pop yelled. He touched his
chest.
    “ Pop,
you know how we settle this, ” Landon said. “ Give me a
number. ”
    “ Five
hundred. Right now. You pay me. ” Pop slapped the counter.
    “ Five
hundred dollars? ” Avery
asked. “ For a slice of
pizza? ”
    Pop turned and Landon stepped between Avery and Pop. Landon
was just inches from Avery ’ s
face. She looked up at him as he towered over her.
    “ It
would be nice, ” Landon
said, “ if you shut your
fucking mouth, sweetheart. ”
    “ My name
is Avery, not sweetheart. ”
    “ I ’ ll call you what I want.
Sweetheart. ”
    Landon turned and Avery felt her legs wanting to give way,
just like in the bakery earlier. Only now her legs weren ’ t tired and weak, her body was melting because of
Landon.
    “ Five
hundred? ” Landon asked.
    “ Right
now, ” Pop said.
    Avery watched Landon reach into his pocket and he counted
out five one hundred dollar bills. He handed it to Pop and the old man stuffed
the money in his pocket. He then looked at Avery and pointed.
    “ You
stay away, cunt, ” Pop
yelled.
    “ No more
of that, ” Landon said to
Pop.
    “ Yeah? ”
    Landon reached for the gun and grabbed a handful of Pop ’ s shirt and threw him against
the counter. The old man started to cough, but