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ready
to lose my shit.
    The last thing I needed was a
fucking situation.
    But that’s just what I got.
    My drummer, Chet (what a fucking
name, right?) grabbed my shoulder.
    “Knox, we have a big problem, man.”
    I took a deep drag and reminded
myself to stay a little straight here. Chet didn’t do anything wrong. My old
man always tried to give me advice on my anger. I heard his raspy ass voice
telling me to chill.
    “What’s the problem?” I asked.
    “The guy up front, Danny, he says
he can’t pay us.”
    “What?”
    “Yeah.”
    “The place is packed,” I said. “People
are spending cash hand over fist.”
    The rest of band stepped up behind
Chet.
    Caine, our bassist, was about seven
feet tall with long ass black hair. He looked like a Halloween prop. He
swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple so big it looked like he swallowed a damn
coconut.
    “What?” I asked Caine.
    “Guy says he’ll call if we put up a
fight,” Caine said.
    “A fight? He’ll call who?”
    “You know this place,” Chet said. “It’s
all tied in…”
    “Ah, fuck me,” I said.
    Of course the club was tied in to
the rest of the shit in town. That’s why Ana was there. She was probably forced
to be there.
    I flicked the cigarette to the
concrete and shook my head.
    I shook my head. “Fuck this. We’re
getting our money, guys. Get everything packed up and get ready to go.”
    “What are you doing?” Bret, the lead
guitarist, asked.
    “I’m getting us our fucking money,
man. I’m not taking this shit from anyone.”
    “Clubs do this all the time,” Luke
added.
    “Not to me,” I said. “Not to us.”
    I walked back into the club and cut
a path to the front.
    What was on my mind really?
    Fucking Ana.
    This was my way to get to her.
    Shit, I hadn’t seen her in over a
year now. I left my mark last time on her - and Porter.
    This time?
    Our lives were going to change
for forever.
     

 
    chapter six
     
    (ana)
     
    *THEN*
     
    I felt a hand slide over my mouth,
another one over my belly. I started to kick and try to scream, but I was spun
around. I threw elbows, my body instantly in fight mode, ready to attack. I
heard an umph sound and then I was let go.
    A smart woman would have ran, but I
had to see who the hell tried to attack me.
    I turned, fist ready to swing, and
froze when I saw him.
    Him.
    The Him.
    “Knox?” I asked.
    He stood with a cocky grin on his
face. He touched the right side of his ribs. “Damn, darlin’, you got me good.”
    “What the hell are you doing here?”
    I was outside a fancy restaurant.
Porter had to stop in and talk to his cousin. I was told to keep my ass outside
and wait. His words, not mine.
    “Thought I saw you,” he said. “So I
thought I’d stop and check on you.”
    “We haven’t talked in a long time.”
    “I know, darlin’. I know. I’ve been
busy.”
    He nodded to his leather cut.
    Why did he have to look even
hotter wearing that thing?
    He pointed to a patch that said enforcer .
“That’s new.”
    “What’s it mean?”
    “Nothing you need to worry about,” Knox
said.
    He was as cool and smooth as ever.
    When he smiled, my panties were
soaked. I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Knox was my first, okay? He wasn’t
necessarily the first to touch me but the first to have me. There’s a big
difference between the two. No matter what, he had a piece of me and a piece of
my life.
    “You look nervous, darlin’,” Knox
said to me.
    “Are you serious right now?” I
asked. “You know…”
    He reached forward and grabbed my
arm. “Hey. I heard about your mother. Goddammit, I’m sorry. Cancer?”
    I nodded. I felt the same gut punch
as when she told me about it the first time. “Yeah. Crazy. We, uh, I don’t
know. We at least talk now.”
    “Shit. I didn’t know it was that
bad between you two.”
    “It’s always been bad, Knox. Even
when she was with my father, it was bad. I was just strung along, you know?
That was my life then. When she split up your parents?