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In the naked light of day, my decisions were detrimental to my relationship. There would be no coming back from this. It was a betrayal. I knew it in my heart—my guys would see it that way as well.

After two years together, it was killing me.

I had to come clean.

Tonight.

Lost in thought, I made it to my car without realizing. Only to jolt out of my thoughts when I saw the bouquet of flowers on the hood of my car. I whipped my head around, looking for anyone out of place in the parking lot. I was mostly alone, though. Other hospital workers were headed to their cars as well, but nothing seemed out of place.

I looked down at the massive bouquet on the hood of my Honda Civic. It wasn’t your standard flower arrangement. It was utterly breath taking, but it was made up of Snapdragons and begonias and black dahlias. I knew from a literature class in college that there was a whole flower language back in the day.

I pulled out my phone and quickly looked up what each flower meant. Begonias were thought to symbolize caution, Snapdragons meant deception and concealment, and black Dahlias were the symbol of betrayal.

Motherfucker.

My heart exploded in my chest. Was this from my guys? Did they somehow find out? Were they breaking up with me?

My hand fluttered as I reached for the note that accompanied the flowers, it was tucked up under my windshield wipers.

At the bottom of the note was crude drawing of the Devil’s Psycho’s logo.

My whole body ran cold as my spine locked in place. It was from Dax. The flowers, the note, the fucking threat, it was all from Dax fucking Hillcrest.

A frighten sob tore out of me before I could stop it. I slapped a hand my mouth and quickly stifled any noise I could make before anyone from work could suspect something was wrong. Suddenly, there were too many people around.

I grabbed the note and the flowers, unlocked my car, and shoved it all in the passenger seat as I quickly sat behind the wheel. Once I was locked inside the vehicle, I needed two hands to get my shaky key into the ignition. I had to getaway from work, fast.

I flew out of the parking lot, barely paying attention to those around me and sped away from work as fast as traffic would allow. Tears poured down my face as I finally let myself cry.

I was so totally fucked. Dax made it clear he knew who my guys were. The biker gang he had just started a war with when he sent his crew to steal from their warehouse, all while he was killing the mayor, someone also instrumental to their work.

My breathing grew erratic as I began to hyperventilate. I had to pull over quickly. I found a park in the neighborhood not far from the hospital and quickly parked in the lot. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed my heart out. My entire body shook with the force of my sobs.

I’m so fucking, fucked!

I had to come clean. I needed to go home and wait for my guys to get back from work and tell them everything. They would be upset, but I would have to bear the consequences. There was too much riding on them not knowing.

Resolved to a plan, I focused on getting my breathing under control and calming down. I wiped my face with my hands and cleaned up as best as I could. Checking my make up in the rearview mirror, I swiped away the ruined mascara and eyeliner, before I reached for my water and took a long gulp of the cool liquid.

I sat there a moment longer composing myself. I took deep breaths and let them out slowly. Just as I was getting ready to leave,my phone rang. My eyes flashed to the phone screen in my cup holder. FUCK! I hadn’t texted that I was leaving work!

Nico was calling me.

I quickly picked up the phone and cleared my throat before I answered it. “Hey baby.”

“Maya! Thank God.” Nico sighed in relief. “Are you almost done with work? Marcos and Jason have been shot!”

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. “What?” I gasped, disbelief and understanding sunk within her. Dax. This had Dax written all over it.

“Look, they’re ok, but they could use your medical expertise. Are you coming home soon?” Nico’s voice was calm in my ear, steady.

“Yes. Yep. Clocking out. I’ll be there soon.”

“Good. Love you, Little Dreamer.”

“Love you too,” I choked out. I hung up my phone and set it back in the cup holder. Taking a deep breath, I checked my reflection in the mirror again and wiped away another tear. I needed to get home and get to my guys.

Glancing over at the flowers on the passenger seat, I grumbled, “Fucking hell.” Making a snap decision, I grabbed the bouquet and threw open the driver’s side door. I walked over to a garbage can in the park and tossed the flowers. “Bitch up, Maya. We’ve got shit to do,” I told myself.