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“W...w...why are we here?”
    I don’t look at her; I just stare out the front of the truck. “You and Ebony are stayin’ with me until this shit is sorted.”
    She opens her mouth to argue, but when she sees the angry expression I shoot her, she closes it.
    “O...okay.”
    I get out of the truck, letting my eyes scan the area around us to make sure we weren’t followed before opening her door and letting her out. She follows me to the front door, quietly. Just as I open it, she whispers, “I’m sorry Muff.”
    Fuck.
    Fuck.
    Now she’s making this harder than it has to be, because she’s makin’ me feel awful. I know she’s sorry—fuck, I can see it in her eyes, but I am tryin’ to deal with my own anger before I can talk this out with her. I’m not one to say shit I don’t mean out of rage, and I’m not about to start now.
    I simply nod my head at her.
    It’s the best I’ve got right now.
    ~*~*~*~
    Janine
    I know he’s mad at me. I can see it in his eyes. The usual playful blue depths are flaring with wild anger. He’s hurting, too, and I know it’s because I kept this from him. I guess I was wrong about us. I guess we were closer than I’d thought, and the fact that I didn’t share this has obviously hurt him. I hate that he’s upset, but I don’t know what I can say to make that better. How do I remove a hurt I put down?
    So I apologize.
    He stiffens by the door, but he doesn’t answer me. Instead, he nods, and opens the door, stepping inside. I wait at the door while he scans the area, and, when he’s happy with it he nods at me again. I walk in, stopping by the couch. What do I say? I’ve said sorry, and he didn’t acknowledge it. I don’t know how far to push this. I don’t imagine Muff gets angry often—he’s usually so carefree.
    When he storms into the kitchen and picks up a coffee mug, only to drop it onto the floor, everything explodes. The glass shatters, and he curses loudly. Then he grips another one, hurling it across the room and smashing it into the wall. I whimper and wrap my arms around myself as he continues on his rampage. Muff angry...it’s scary. He’s like a wild man, with that thick red hair whipping around his face. His big powerful body is scrunched with rage.
    “I’m sorry,” I squeak again.
    He doesn’t hear me. He’s panting now, gripping the bench, his head lowered.
    “I’m sorry Muff,” I yell. Hearing me, he lifts his head, meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t think it was as bad as it is. Maybe that makes me naïve, but I thought I was doing everything I needed to do. I was organizing the money and...”
    “Where were you going to get that kind of money?” he barks.
    I shake my head, feeling my eyes burn with unshed tears. I have no idea where I was going to get that money, but goddammit, I would have found a way. “I don’t...I would have found it, and...”
    “You would have found it?” he growls stepping around the counter and walking over. He stops in front of me and leans down, glaring at me. “You would have found it? How the fuck do you find over twenty grand, Janine? I thought you were smarter than that. You’ve been running with bikers for how long? And you thought you could just find it? Jesus, these men...they’re not going to wait for you to find something that’s not there. You should know better!”
    “I know, okay?” I scream, shoving at his chest. “But what did you want me to do? Honestly, Muff! Ask you boys for money? Take it from my poor mother? What? What did you want me to fucking do?”
    He steps back, shaking his head. “You come to me, Jay, that’s what you do. You come to me, and you tell me you’re in trouble, and I fucking sort it out.”
    “Why?” I scream. “Why should you sort it out? You’re not even my boyfriend!”
    His face drops, and his eyes fill with hurt. “Fuck, why don’t you just kick me in the fuckin’ balls while you’re at it?”
    “Well, it’s the