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black leather was enough to do the job.
    But Rennie hadn’t been scared. She’d smiled at him, cracked jokes, made him laugh.
    Made him hard.
    Still doing that last thing.
    Most of all, she’d been his friend in a very lonely world, and he’d been hopeless to do anything but love her stupid.
    And for a while, he’d been able to pretend she loved him back. Hell, maybe even she had. He’d never know.
    “You gave him the heroin?” Rennie asked, drawing him back to the present.
    Dash shook his head, a familiar ball of self-loathing forming in his stomach. His gaze landed on his Victory Cruiser—his solace. His escape. Lucifer’s Legion had given him that. Gunner had given him that. A way to leave behind the mess that was his life and build something else out of it. It might not be pretty, but it was his, and until Gunner had asked him to take out the only good thing that had been in his life before, Dash would have sworn he was happy.
    The road didn’t judge. Neither did Lucifer’s Legion. His history was fucking child’s play compared to the others.
    “No,” he said at last. “It was in my room. He found it. He knew what it was, and he wanted to…I dunno. But it killed him. I killed him.”
    The silence that spread between them would have suffocated a lesser man. In Dash’s world, though, he’d learned there were far worse things than silence. Things much harder to live with. Being so close to Rennie might confuse his thoughts, but he could never fool himself into the sort of thinking that convinced a man he could go back. Hell, were that even an option, he wasn’t sure he’d want to.
    Life hadn’t necessarily been good, but it had been fun in many ways. Liberating. Even with all the shit Gunner pulled. Lucifer’s Legion had grown in size and influence in the years since Dash had been recruited, and while he didn’t necessarily agree with each step Gunner took, he’d definitely hold to his end that he owed the man more than he could say.
    “How did Gunner save your life?” Rennie asked at last.
    Dash swallowed. “I wanted to go the way Dalton did, but I was too chicken shit. Fuck, Rennie. I hadn’t even touched what was in my room, but after the funeral, I didn’t care. Gunner refused to sell me—”
    “Gunner’s who sold you the heroin in the first place?”
    He didn’t want to answer that. Gunner had his hand in a lot of things looked down on by the law—he was the son of the club founder, and had been born into this way of life. Paying off cops, making deals, sorting out exchanges—this was the way of the Pierce dynasty. So when Dash had been desperate for anything to ease the pain of Rennie’s sudden but inevitable disappearance from his life, he’d known where to look. Dash had been raised on the side of the tracks that took the law as guidelines more than restrictions, which was one of the endless reasons Orson had forbidden him from interacting with his virtuous daughter.
    “Yeah,” Dash answered at last. “Gunner sold me the heroin.”
    “What a fucking prince. And you blame yourself for Dalton’s death?” She snorted and rolled her eyes, dismissing him as only she could. It wasn’t surprising, but it was disappointing. A part of him had very much hoped she would understand. “So, what, he decided to not sell you more heroin after?”
    “No. I went to him looking for a fight. I was stupid and pissed off and drunk off my useless ass. I knew if I threw a swing at him, he’d kill me.” Dash shrugged a shoulder. “I wanted him to.”
    Rennie looked at him with her large green eyes, and apparently saw nothing. She blinked. “So…his way of saving your life was not killing you.”
    “He knew what I was there for. He decided to—”
    “Dash, that is the most fucked-up logic I’ve ever heard, and I was raised Church of Christ.”
    A rush of anger shot down his spine. “What the hell would you know about it?”
    “I know that not killing someone doesn’t mean you saved