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got their money from Liam and never looked back.
    “Have you seen him?” Hayden asks as I start preparing tonight’s dinner, he sits on the bench watching me.
    “Who?”
    “Mr. Black.”
    I drop the carrot and look at him. He always called him that, Mr. Black. “Have you?”
    He nods his head with confirmation. “Yes, I even got in the car with him. He’s much the same, but somehow different.”
    “He is, Hayden?” He smiles at me, and I know how much it hurt him when he died. “Don’t go around Mr. Black, okay? Not until I say so.”
    “Why Mom?”
    “Please just don’t, will you listen to me?” It’s a lot for me to ask that, he was around Liam for so long, Liam was his savior. He did things for him that he didn’t even know he was doing which was effectively saving his life.
    “Okay,” he agrees, and I want to believe him. I do. Except it’s Liam, once you love him, it’s hard to let him go.

 
     

    My head snaps back, my nose starts dripping with blood, so I wipe at it. The man stands there, smiling, then he walks to me and claps me on the back and hugs me. I want to shoot him, I think I might till he speaks.
    “You deserved that, don’t do that to her again.”
    “What?”
    “You asked me to protect her with my life. I will protect her, have been, even if that means from you.”
    “Who the fuck are you?” He’s dressed much like my brothers from the club. I can tell automatically he’s a biker. That’s why my hand is on my gun, not moving.
    “Your brother man.”
    “I know who my brothers are, and soon, they will all be ten feet under. Now would you like to rephrase that?”
    He laughs a good belly laugh at me. “Still the same.”
    I haven’t moved from the bed I’m on since he hit me, I haven’t been able to move from this bed since last night. My body is breaking out in the shakes, I’ve been sick all night. I only moved inches after the punch to reach for my gun, which is still in hand, no matter who he says he is.
    I try to stand, I do, but my body won’t have it. I catch myself on the wall, it doesn’t last long, the dizziness takes over, and soon I’m falling.

    I awake to people surrounding me. A man in a suit stands and talks to a woman, her voice is calming. I like her voice, I just can’t see her. Sleep takes me again.

    I can feel her hands on my arm and the touch is soft. She runs it along, soothing, except a part of me wants to pull away. I do so, move away, she stands up abruptly. She looks tired, her eyes are bloodshot red. She’s changed her clothes, though, and the bed I’m in, I don’t recognize at all.
    “You were having withdrawals.” Her hand shakes, as she runs it through her hair, such long blonde hair. “We don’t quite understand from what, but we have an idea.”
    “Idea?” My voice is scratchy. How many days have I been asleep? Or drunk any water? My mouth feels so parched, and lips cracked. I notice the drip in my arm and pull it out, the room I’m in is black, and it feels oddly comforting.
    “You have track marks between your toes, did you do that?” Shock and anger radiate through me, anger based on who I think did this. Shock as how they got away with it. She asks me again, “Did you do that, Liam?” Her face is so close, it’s so tired. Did I make her like that?
    “How long have I been… here?” I ask looking around.
    She sits back on the end of the bed, her face scrunches, hurt from me not answering her question. “A few days, close to a week.”
    “Fuck!” I stand, my legs are shaky. She stands automatically, ready to grab me. I am inches from her now, her face is so close. Her full pink lips, so kissable, so fucking close.
    “This is your room.” I watch her lips when she speaks. It takes me moments to understand what she’s saying.
    A noise, a noise so loud pulls me from her. She steps forward, closer to me. The noise scaring her, enticing me. A noise that’s bred into me rings off again, I don’t stop her when she