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But she didn't, she pushed harder. Her tongue glided across mine, hand digging into my hair, tugging at the roots, kissing me as if it would be the last time.

With our lips still sealed together, she whispered, “I don't care if you're nice to him this time.” Her hand draped over my chest, fingers sliding down my ribs, dipping into each crease.

Pressing back, I looked over at Nico, his gaze darting around the wall behind my head. “Let's go talk to your master.” Laughing under my breath, he shot me a look. “What? You're going to tell me I'm wrong?”

He didn't answer. Turning away, he split the crowd in half, walking towards the office door on the other side of the bar. “Good luck, Asshole,” Nico said, stepping to the side, arm held out, guiding me towards the door.

Nodding my head, I gripped the handle. Last time I had knocked before going in, this time I didn't give a shit about being polite. Twisting it roughly, I threw it open, taking a single lunge inside.

The loud yelling and laughing from the rowdy patrons muffled as the door closed behind me. Every piece of my body hardened, muscles tensing, my chest squeezing the air out as I met his gaze. I wanted to just say fuck it, and throw myself forward, clocking him in the face.

He needed to be knocked down a few pegs, taught a lesson that he wasn't king shit. And I wanted to be the one to teach him that.

Sitting behind his desk with his hands folded, his head cocked to the side. “Quinn,” he said sternly.

“What the fuck do you want?” Cutting right to the chase, I wasn't about to sit around like last time with him talking nonsense.

“Whoa, hold on now. No need to get hostile.” Louis lifted his hands, palms facing out. “I just want to talk, that's it.” His chair creaked as he leaned back, the rusty springs talking beneath his weight.

“There's nothing to say, I've given you an answer already.”

“Sit, we're not done talking, we never were.” He pointed towards the seat I had barely squeezed into before.

“Nah, I'm all set.” Veering my eyes, my lips retracted, pulling in tight.

“Quinn, we have a lot to discuss, especially when it comes to Cadence. She's my daughter, we need to set some ground rules here.” Resting his elbows against the desk, his brow arched.

“Ground rules?Your daughter is old enough to decide what she wants. I don't see rules being necessary.”

This guy was insane, what the hell was he trying to do? I didn't need permission from him to do shit! His daughter wasn't a child anymore, and he needed to stop treating her like one.

Louis was so used to being in control of everything, he couldn't stand losing his power, no matter what it was over.

He didn't own his daughter anymore.

I did...

And he's about to learn that.

I watched the muscles in his face twitch, eyes widening, his fingers clenched together, turning white with the pressure. “You have balls, Quinn, I commend you on that. But you have no idea who you're screwing with.” Glaring up at me, his pupils expanded, the black filled out to the very edge. “You see, I have a fight coming up, a very important fight. I owe this guy a lot of fucking money, Quinn.”

“I don't care about your problems. I'm not fighting for you, I told you that already.”

“You did, but this time it's different.” His teeth emerged behind a hideous grin. “You see, I need to pay him now. I've owed him for a long time, too long really.” Twirling his thumbs around each other, he spoke with ease. “So, here's the deal... You fight for me, just this one time, that's it. Then I'll leave you alone, you can have my blessing to see my daughter freely.”

I stared at him, unsure of what to think. Could he really be offering me a chance to free his daughter from his grasp?

But how do you trust the word of the devil?

“I don't believe you, it can't be that simple. Fight this one time? That's it?” Wrinkles raised across my forehead, shooting him a sideways glance.

“That's it. I need this win and my debt is clear.” He waved his hands across each other, signaling the end.

Was he really serious?

There's no way! It couldn't be true, he's lying, there has to be more.

This fight would turn into another and then another. I bet before I knew it he'd have me on his fucking payroll.