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turn away, the door opens and I’m faced with a man I haven’t seen since the island. Mick.
    He’s the exact same as he was back then. His eyes, his face, his body. He’s still as scarily handsome as he was and still just as cold. I can see it in his eyes. He narrows his gaze a moment, and I’m sure he has found me out. Instead of raising a gun to my head though, he nods and a grin spreads across his face. No way buddy, don’t even think about trying to get me for a slave. Sick bastard.
    “Well, you must be Elise?”
    “Yes,” I say in a strong British accent, yes, it’s one thing I can do well. “I am. Are you Mick?”
    “Yes, little lady, I am.”
    “Good, then can we get this done with? I have plans.”
    He raises a brow. Breathe Willow, you can do this.
    “You’re betting for the fight on Saturday night? Am I correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “How much?”
    “Ten thousand dollars.”
    His eyes widen and he actually straightens.
    “Is this some sort of joke?”
    I straighten too. “No, I am struggling to get more cash for something important. I have seen this man’s fights and I know he’s the best. I am going to risk my money, in hopes that it will triple.”
    Mick rubs his chin and I feel my knees tremble. When he leans his heavy frame against the wooden door, I panic that he’s going to say no and send me on my way with a bullet…or penis….in my back.
    “Fine, you want to give over your money, that’s up to you. I take the cash, when the fights are won I deliver the proceeds to the winners. If the fight is lost, the proceeds remain with the club.”
    Lying piece of shit.
    “Fine by me.”
    “Very well, hand it over.”
    I dig through my bag and hand over a bundle of cash. Mick counts it and my nerves grow as he flips every note, calculating it all in his head. When he’s satisfied, he stands straight and smiles, it’s that sick smile I remember so well.
    “Very well Elise, you’ll hear from me.”
    “I’ll be watching the fight, so don’t you try to fuck me over.”
    His brows rise again. “Now why would I do that?”
    “Consider yourself warned, good day.”
    I turn on my heel and walk off into the darkness. When I hear the front door of the house close, I sag against a tree and suck in a pained breath. I did it, I did it and he didn’t recognize me. When I hear the door open again, I quickly rush forward. Jagger? Someone else? What if he doesn’t send Jagger after me? What if he sends someone else and this plan goes to shit real quickly?
    I rush into the darkness and when I feel my shoes hit the sand, I reach down and toss them off so I can run faster. I can hear footsteps behind me, so I pick up the pace. Angel said to get to the rocks. Every second I rush towards those horrible rocks, I wonder if a gun will sound out and take me down. The footsteps behind me grow quicker and I know I have only seconds left. I have to do this now. I stop when I hear a gun being cocked. Go Willow, god dammit, go.
    “That kinda thing makes a man go hmm hmm, you’re lookin’ so good in what’s left of those blue jeans…”
    I sing softly but loud enough that the person can hear me. If it’s Jagger, he will know the song and he will know my voice. I hear silence for the longest moment and my voice hitches when I try to sing again.
    “Willow?”
    It’s a rasp, a deep, scratchy rasp but I know that voice. I hear it every night in my dreams. Relief floods me and I feel my legs threaten to give way. I can’t see him, but I can her him approach.
    “Willow?”
    “Jagger…” I whisper.
    I can’t see him and oh g od, I want to. I step forward until I can hear his breathing. He’s so close. All this time all I have wanted was him and now he’s so close and I’m speechless. I don’t know if I can reach out and touch him, or if I should just stand here and try to explain. I step forward and slam directly into his chest. Hot tears stream down my face when I breathe him in.
    My cheek is pressed against