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complications in my life right now. All I want is to get an MMA fight, yet I’m dealing with my old-school father and an arranged marriage. How is this my life? “Listen, Dad, I’m with Lucy. She isn’t feeling well and I’m going to stay with her tonight, okay?”
    “Josephine, it’s after midnight. You know the rules.”
    “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for anyone to worry.”
    “This is why you need to be married. You need a man to keep tabs on you.”
    “I know.” I say what I know he wants to hear
    “If Grotto’s out in a month, I need to keep a better eye on you. Tomorrow, we’re having a talk, with your brothers, about security.”
    “Okay.”
    I hang up, and slump onto the leather couch. I don’t want to face tomorrow at all. Filling Lucy in, I can handle. My family, though, is more than I can bear on my own.

Chapter Nine
    McQUEEN
    W hen I get off the phone, I notice JoJo curled up on the couch, her eyes closed. She looks worn out—and fuck, after her workout today I’m not surprised. Combine that with the shit that went down tonight, and no wonder this girl is asleep on my couch.
    I drop my phone on the counter and walk to the front door of my house.
    When I spoke with Ace he was more than a little concerned. The moment I said JoJo’s last name, he didn’t hesitate.
    “This girl is trouble, McQueen. The O’Malleys are as bad as Grotto and his guys. I don’t know how connected she is, her role in that family … but if you know what’s good for you, stay away.”
    “It could be a coincidence,” I told him. “She could be a distant cousin. Or just happen to have the same name.”
    “Could be. But don’t get blinded by her body. If she’s a part of the Irish Mob, her family doesn’t mess around. The family that runs those gambling rings, they’re some crazy motherfuckers. The guys—Peter, John, and … I forget the other one—those guys are worse than fucking Grotto. They’re sketchy as hell. I won’t let them on my property. I don’t trust them at all.”
    “JoJo isn’t like that. She’s innocent. Sweet.”
    “Fuck, you’re already got your head up your ass for her.”
    “It’s not like that. We aren’t anything.”
    Which is true. Isn’t it? She insisted on no-strings, and fuck, that’s all I ever want, too. But another part of me wants to make sure JoJo is safe. Taken care of. Part of me wants to find whoever took the picture that freaked her out so bad, and fucking beat the daylights out of them.
    “Whatever, McQueen.” Ace laughs into the phone. “Listen, I’ll send a crew over, because if someone wants this girl it won’t take long for them to get what they’re after.”
    I look out the window, scanning the street for any movement. I see a black SUV making its way into the neighborhood. They park in front of my place and flash their lights twice, signaling to me it’s the guys Ace sent over.
    Good. JoJo can sleep soundly tonight. Tomorrow, I’ve gotta get these guys over to Kit’s Gym to check out the place. Who knows what sort of surveillance the sick fuck who took this photo has rigged up?
    “McQueen?” JoJo calls for me. There’s fear in her voice, and I rush back into the living room to make sure she’s okay.
    “What is it?” I ask, kneeling next to the couch.
    “Sorry. I just woke up and didn’t see you. I’m an idiot and got scared.”
    I’m not gonna force this girl to talk, but shit, she is all spun up. “You aren’t an idiot.”
    She sits up, and sighs. “My dad thinks I am. He just chewed me out.”
    “Fuck. Sorry. Did you talk to Lucy, too?”
    “Yeah. I told Lucy I was with you, and told my dad I was with her. It’s like I’m in high school and sneaking out.”
    “More like middle school,” I say, smiling.
    “You were always a rebel, then?” she asks, smirking.
    I shrug. “Nights always seem to find trouble. No matter how old you are.”
    “I don’t want any more trouble tonight,” she says. “I want to