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A swift bullet would explode from that gun any moment. Would I even hear it? What would be my last thought? I dredged up images in my mind of people I loved. They slid past one another, too fast to hold on to.
    “Please,” I screamed in a shrill voice, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t want to die! I’ll do anything—I can make you money. I’m good at pool.”
    “Shut up, bitch.”
    Cain's excited voice spoke up. “No, Crash. Let’s give her a shot. If you win a game against Spike in one play, we’ll let you live.”
    Crash laughed in my face. “You’re a cold bastard, Cain. All right, fine.”
    “Spike!” he barked. “Get the fuck over here.”
    Spike was the lanky fellow who watched me with a disapproving glare on his face. It wasn’t until I saw him glance at Cain that I knew. He was angry with him.
    “Nope. This is a bit more fucked up than I can handle.”
    I wanted to kiss him for saying that.
    The President’s lip curled. “For your information, this bitch stole thousands of dollars from the club, and then the little whore blew it all on blow.”
    “I don’t care.” His chest jutted out as he spoke one foot away from Crash’s face.
    Something went through me when he looked at me. I was too amped with fear to decipher what it was.
    “Spike, just play a game.”
    He swept back his dark, curled hair, and blew a sigh through his young lips. It was as though he was afraid to look at me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
    “Whatever.”
    My heart sank as he turned around and grabbed a cue from the wall. Cain released my shoulders. I fell forward, my palms slamming into the wood as they laughed around me.
    You can do this. They think you can’t, but you’ve done this a thousand times.
    A hand floated near my face as I sat back, realizing that Spike returned with the cue, and was holding his hand out for me. I took it gratefully and stumbled a bit as I got to my feet.
    Spike frowned, his brown eyes knitted in concern. “Easy does it.”
    He pressed the cue into my hands and set up the balls on the table. My nerves were jacked, my heart beat so fast waves of dizziness struck my head.
    Make the eight on the break. Make the eight on the break.
    Everyone laughed as I moved the cue ball to the left, positioning it exactly where it needed to be. It was almost touching the side of the table. This was just another game, and Crash was my mark. No matter how sleep-deprived or hungry I was, I could do this.
    I have to do this.
    The noise dropped away and I sank down, eyeing the distance. I chalked my cue and the web of my thumb. Then the cue pulsed in my hand. Once. Twice. Three times.
    The cue ball shot like a bullet and hit the second ball smack in the center, which in turn hit the eight ball. The other balls scattered away and the eight ball landed with a small thunk into the corner pocket.
    I won.
    The noise turned on, and I jumped as someone thumped my back. The bikers stared at me slack-jawed, their cigarettes almost falling from their lips.
    “Wait a minute. Shut the fuck up! How the fuck did she win?”
    “She made the eight on the break,” Spike said, all of the resentment gone from his face.
    The irate President looked at Cain, who shrugged. “I had no idea she could do that.”
    When Crash turned around to glare at me, Cain smiled and nodded at me. Spike leaned against the pool table and lit a cigarette. He caught me staring at him and smiled, deep dimples creasing his face. He had a handsome face and his mouth twisted into a mischievous grin. What threw me was the warmth radiating from his eyes. They were incredibly friendly and open, like he had nothing to hide. He looked at me a little bit longer than the others. I could see him as a ladies’ man. My cheeks flushed when he winked at me.
    He isn’t like the rest of them .
    “I can work for the club,” I told Crash. “I used to hustle for Ace.”
    The grizzled, hard man waved that away. “You fucked him over.”
    “Only because