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maybe with Eve. But he was not going to go there—so what was one more crack? He knew he was getting a little more broken with each passing day, and he didn’t care about that either.
     
    He thought about the MC for a fleeting moment. Could he really leave them hanging? Could he really turn his back on them? Who would watch Alec’s back?
     
    To his momentary dismay (every feeling inside of him was very short lived), he realized that he did not care about that either. Alec was a big boy; he could take care of himself. As for the MC, what did he owe them, really? So what if they had given him the first real sense of family he had ever gotten? It was all an illusion. The moment they thought he was a dead weight, they would cut his rope. Some family.
     
    Yes, he decided after some reflection. He really could leave them hanging. He really could turn his back on them. They would find a way to handle their business without him; no one was irreplaceable. They would just have to make do without the Viper. And if they ever felt betrayed, that was their problem. They should try some of this non-being themselves, Lind thought; they would feel better instantly.
     
    He chuckled to himself at the stream of consciousness within his mind. He wasn’t sure that it was because of the stupor he had been living in for four months, one week, and four days. Maybe it was just a result of finally realizing that there were things bigger than him. Bigger than the Viper and the Diamondbacks and Alec Moore. Like love, for example.
     
    Shaking his head, he was hit with the enormity of just how far down he had fallen. So, Lind made a turn and headed to his favorite pub. It was 3:30 in the afternoon, and it was time for a pint.
     
     
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Alan was becoming more and more suspicious, which in turn made Eve more and more uncomfortable. He began asking questions about where Eve was all those nights when she’d claimed she was busy or needed time alone to unwind to meet with him. He was convinced there had been and that there still was another man. As much as Eve wanted to purge that idea from his mind, she knew he would react even worse if she told him that she had been at a nightclub, pole dancing under the very fake name of Trinity.
     
    Still, it was becoming unbearable. Almost every time they would spend time together, he would end up giving her the third degree. Eve piled lie after lie, so much so that even she was losing track of them all, but nothing she said seemed to put Alan’s mind at rest.
     
    They never had a very active sex life, but lately she had taken to initiating intercourse just to shut him up. He never rejected her, and she would always fake her orgasms or pretend that she was making love to Lind. It wasn’t really working, though, because Alan’s mounting frustration resulted in him becoming rougher and rougher in bed, and Lind had always been gentle.
     
    “So, I was thinking tomorrow we might go and visit that Van Gogh exhibition at the County Museum, what do you say?”
     
    Eve looked up from her plate of creamy linguine with prawns. The restaurant was a fancy one, as it always was whenever Alan was involved. High ceilings, vault arcs, and a menu where no dish came at a lower price than $50. She didn’t know whether it was because of her current situation or not, but she found herself increasingly averse to unnecessary luxury.
     
    “Huh?” she said, honestly not having a word of what Alan had just said.
     
    He took a calming breath. “I said, I was thinking tomorrow we might visit that Van Gogh exhibition,” he repeated. “Maybe we could go out for a nice dinner afterwards. What do you say?”
     
    Another nice dinner? The thought alone made Eve’s stomach churn.
     
    “Actually, tomorrow is no good,” she said, picking distractedly at her pasta.
     
    Alan narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “And why’s that?”
     
    “I have to help Mom organize her charity lunch for next month.” The lie