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I swear I heard him whimper.
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I clocked out and checked my phone’s weather app.
Damn.
It was going to be nasty driving home in the rain.
I sighed.
Then I looked at Malinda, “Let me know when you make it home. Okay?”
She nodded, “Girl, you do the same.”
I grinned, and then we both raced to our cars.
I was drenched by the time I unlocked my door and scrambled inside.
I thanked the man above for letting me get in my car before the hail started.
Son of a bitch.
And then, as I turned on the main road, a car hydroplaned, and there was nowhere for me to go.
Chapter 19
Ripper
Age 32
Present
If she moved any closer, I was going to lose my shit.
Literally.
I growled at Bunnie.
I didn’t care for her at fucking all.
She was a newer club girl who had joined in the past year or so... or was it two years? Fuck, I didn’t know. And I didn’t give a shit.
All it took was her trying to rub on my cock without asking when it belonged to someone else, which stopped anything nice I could say about her.
And when she moved closer while ignoring my growl, I snapped, “Go take a fucking shower in something else.”
She jumped, “What?”
I glared at her, “I won’t repeat myself again.”
She licked her lips, “What should I use?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, “Anything but jasmine. That’s hers. Not fucking yours.”
Like they had planned the move, both Tank and Storm lifted their chins at me in response.
They got it.
