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hard?” Prez asks sardonically.
    “Fuck you.”  Mickey spits at him again, and Prez pulls out his nine millimeter.  He takes the shot, shooting Mickey in the center of his forehead.  Blood sprays from the back of his head, spurting over Rad, who begins to heave.
    My gut rolls and I bend double, losing the contents of my stomach, and through it all, Prez laughs.
    Sadistic son of a bitch.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Willa
     
     
     
     
     
    Absentmindedly, I serve up the beer to the customer and move onto the next one, serving them.  All without hearing a thing, seeing a thing, or noticing a thing.  My mind is numb, my brain, blank.  The only thought I can conjure is, what am I going to do?   The answer is non-existent.
    “You okay, Willa?” Carly asks, her brows furrowed with concern.
    “Fine,” I mumble, handing a drink to the customer across from me.
    “You sure?  If you want to take a break, I’ll cover you,” she offers.
    “Sure.”  I fake a smile and head out to the storeroom.
    It’s been two days since Miguel’s visit, and I can focus on nothing else.  I crouch in the corner of the room and take a minute to try and clear my mind.  I need to think of something, anything.  There has to be an answer.
    “What’re you doin’?”
    My head snaps up at the sound of the voice and I scramble for an excuse.
    Oak raises his eyebrows in question at me.
    “Uh, just…uh…”  Fuck, I’ve got nothing .
    “Are you hurt?” he asks, stepping forward, the cool mask he usually wears slipping from his gorgeous face to show the concern hiding deep in his chocolate brown eyes.
    “No,” I whisper.  Not physically.
    “Then why are you cowering in the corner like a trapped animal?”
    “Because that’s what I am.” The words fall from my lips before I can trap them in my mouth.
    “Explain,” he demands.  He moves the rest of the way over to me and takes a seat on a crate.  His long legs bend and he rests his elbows on them, his fingers peaked and supporting his chin.  He looks cool and calm, but there’s a tense energy surrounding him, like he’s hyper-aware of his environment.
    “I didn’t mean anything by it,” I try to back-track.
    “Willa,” he growls.
    “Willa, I’m swamped. I need you back here,” Carly calls urgently.
    I see it as my opportunity to get the hell out of there, so I jump up and race to the door.  I pause before I leave the room and look back at him.  He’s glaring at me, his shoulders bunched in fury.  “Just stay out of it, okay, Oak?  And don’t mention this to my brother.”  I give him a glare of my own to show him how serious I am, and then I make my way out to help Carly.
    She wasn’t lying!  We are swamped.  For some reason – most likely because the bikers are all here tonight – the bar is filled with floozies left, right, and center.
    Great.  At least it will give me something else to think about.
    About half an hour later, a hand grips my hip and the area heats so hot it feels like it burning.
    The delicious kind of burning.
    Oak’s warm breath skates over the shell of my ear as he leans in to speak.  “We’ll finish our chat later.”
    “No, we won’t.  There’s no time for talking, I’m busy.”
    “I’ll wait ‘til you’re done,” he states simply.  Then his hand leaves my body and he walks away.  My body instantly craves his loss and I hate myself for it.
    “Excuse me.  Hey!   Excuse me.”  The voice snaps me out of my trance and I raise my brows at the girl in question.
    “Yes?”
    “Shitty fucking service around here,” she mumbles under her breath, but still loud enough for me to hear it.
    “Are you going to order, or are you going to bitch all night?”
    She huffs and then orders a vodka and orange juice.  I quickly fill the order, take her money, and move onto the next customer.
    By the end of the night, my feet are killing me and I’m pretty sure the blisters on my heels have popped and are now rubbing raw.  It’s so