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urge to gun it. Stay low. Besides, I just left her. She’s fine.
    Fuck! What if they had a tail on me? I haven’t been paying attention since this fucker is supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be taken care of. Fucking Jack! My fist slams against the wheel as I stare at the longest fucking red light I’ve ever sat at.
    “Nah, boss. I di-”
    I cut him off, “do it. Make sure no one followed her. Do it now and get back to me when you’re done. I’m heading to her house now.” It’s gonna take another forty minutes to get back to her place. At least it gets dark pretty early in the fall. I’ll just scout it out, make sure she’s good, until Johnny gets back to me.
    There’s a short hesitation and I know he’s confused and wants to ask what’s going on, but he knows better than to ask. And realistically I have no clue what’s going on between us. But if they are hoping to get to us, those spineless rats will use any means necessary. Including our women. It wouldn’t be the first time a competitor targeted us that way. But I’m sure as fuck not going to let it happen to her.
    I pull up a few houses away, park and turn off my lights. I’m glad she lives in a nice neighborhood; my car doesn’t really stand out much here. There’s a car parked along the curb of her house, but I know she was expecting someone, so I don’t freak out. I stay calm. She’ll be fine. I’m just gonna make sure she’s alright. That’s all. I put my hand on the butt of my gun, just to make sure it’s where I like it and get out with my phone in my hand. I flick it to vibrate and I shut the door quietly. Right before I pocket my phone, it goes off.
    “Yeah?” I ask Johnny.
    “She’s good. There’s nothing on there.” His answer is quick and to the point, I like it.
    “Thanks.” I end the call and debate just getting back in my car and leaving. But I drove all the way back out here. I check the time on the phone. It’s nearly 8. I’ll go check to make sure she’s alright.
    I chuckle deep and low. That’s a fucking lie. I wanna see what my doll is up to.

Becca
    I wish this bitch would just leave already. She doesn’t even want to be here. She’s digging for information. I can practically feel her claws. Her eyes keep looking all over the room, as if searching for some evidence of anything to bring back to her bitchy cabal.
    Her daughter, Ava, is freaking adorable, but she’s not the least bit interested in playing with Jax. Not that it really matters when they’re three. But seriously, just fucking go now. I watched Ava for an hour, fed them dinner, pizza since I didn’t have time for anything else and Cindy was just supposed to pick her up. Just scoop up your tyke and go.
    I’ve had one really fucked up long day today and yesterday. I need to crash. Or go to a freaking mental institution. I’m not sure which.
    Cindy’s hand reaches out and touches my arm, bringing my focus back to her. It’s fucking cold. I should start referring to her as the ice bitch.
    She looks at me with a tilted head and a sad frown, feigning actual sympathy. I should hate this woman. She was friends with the woman I caught Rick with. She knew! But then again, they all knew. Everyone but me. “How are you really, Becca?” She finally asks.
    How am I? I’m fucked. That’s what I am. I’m seriously fucked in the head. I hate Rick, yet I miss him. More than that I feel guilty about my dead husband or ex-husband. I don’t even know how to refer to him. I’m drowning in work. And I’m fucking a criminal, who knows where I live. I’m not fucking okay. Nothing feels okay. My perfect world has been torn apart, flipped around and is practically unrecognizable.
    But I’m not going to tell this bitch that. I don’t even tell Sarah that. I mean she knows. She figures shit out on her own. Like when she dropped the kids off. She knew something happened. I could see it on her face that she wanted to question, but she didn’t. I bet one of