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away! I couldn’t fuckin’ leave!”
    “Neither could I,” she whispered.
    He stared down at her, trying to figure out what the fuck she meant by that.
    “Heads up,” Bucket muttered, moving aside as Deuce stepped out onto the back patio, eying them warily.
    “What the fuck is goin’ on?” Deuce growled.
    “Nothing,” Eva said evenly, her eyes still on him. “Ripper and I were just having a small argument over which one of Danny’s friends looked better in their bikini.”
    Deuce’s eyes shot to the lawn and went saucer-wide, his nostrils flaring. “Danielle Elizabeth fuckin’ West!” he roared and pushed past them, headed for his daughter. “What the fuck are you not wearin’?”
    Eva gave him a small, sad smile. “Two birds, one stone,” she said softly and turned away. After retrieving Ivy from Tap, she disappeared inside the clubhouse.
    “Dude,” Tap said, getting to his feet. “You are a first class asshole.”
    “Second that,” Bucket said, glaring at him. “Foxy doesn’t deserve your hate, brother. Frankie does.”
    Ignoring them, feeling like an asshole, a justified asshole, Ripper stormed across the patio and into the club. He should have never opened his mouth. He’d gone this long keeping his true feelings about Eva to himself, but his nerves were shot from this shit with Danny. He felt strung out half the time and the other half…
    He wanted her. She was too damn beautiful. And he’d owned that shit. There wasn’t a part of that body he hadn’t touched, hadn’t had his mouth on.
    He wanted more.
    Ah, fuck, what was he doing?
    He was supposed to be flushing her out, not fantasizing about her. Fantasizing about her was only going to lead to fucking her again, and fucking her again would lead to fucking her again and again and again.
    Fuck, he wished she would go away. Go home, go hang out somewhere else, go live with her mom, go to college in France.
    Ripper had his key in his door when the sound of giggling brought him up short. Turning his head, he found Danny with her two friends, and Deuce herding the three of them down the hall. Her friends were staring at him, the blonde giggling, the mulatto scowling, and Danny was bright fucking red, looking anywhere but at him.
    Fuck. She’d told them. She’d fucking opened her big fat mouth and told her dumbass friends.
    He was so busy staring at her he didn’t even notice that Deuce had stopped beside him until he was being smacked across the back of his head.
    “What the fuck you lookin’ at?” Deuce demanded and smacked him again.
    “Nothin’,” he muttered. Turning his key, he pushed open his door and shut it quickly behind him. Sliding down the door, he hit the floor and buried his face in his hands. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her?
    He hadn’t given a fuck about anything in so long he’d forgotten what it felt like. Forgotten how horrible it was to feel anything at all.
    The last time he’d given a fuck was…
    Ripper came back to consciousness on fire. Everywhere. He coughed and gagged as hot, wet, fire poured down over his face and chest. Sputtering and screaming, he tried to jerk away but his bonds allowed him no movement.
    “ Wake up, sleepin’ beauty.” Frankie laughed and Ripper heard the sharp slide of a zipper, then felt the air shift as Frankie knelt down beside him. Spitting out a mouthful of hot piss, he gasped for air.
    “ Gonna try this shit one last time, Horseman. You don’t give me what I want, you’re goin’ in the ground.”
    His body shaking from shock, his skin burning, unable to see what was going to be the final death blow, Ripper stayed silent, praying it would be over soon.
    Cursing, Frankie tugged on the rope binding his ankles to his wrists and started sawing through it. No longer bound in the fetal position, Ripper fell sideways, sprawled on his back. Grabbing hold of his balls, Frankie squeezed and twisted.
    “ Talk, you fuckin’ shithead,”