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“Remember, my daddy got me this when I turned twenty-one?”

“Yeah.” I forgot all about Mr. Hayes taking his daughter to the gun range occasionally.

“We know what Lonzo did to Craig. Marisol might’ve had something to do with it. You don’t have to tell me to watch my back.”

“That bitch is determined, and I know Zand and Harlen will not let her get to us.”

“I know we got them people.” She gestured to the vampire driving us. “But I got my shit just in case that bitch wanna run up.”

Could Morgan shoot someone? Sure. Now I wish I would’ve bought a gun for my own protection a long time ago. I had been too stressed to even think about gun ownership.

Marisol wanted to get to me. She never liked me from the beginning. Lonzo once told me she called me aperra bruja negra, black witch bitch in Spanish. The question wasn’t if Marisol found me, the question was— when.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

HARLEN

Before I went to Club Bailar Caliente to look for Marisol, I wanted to apologize to Morgan for putting her in harm’s way. I hoped she wasn’t mad at me. I wasn’t thinking when I invited her on a stakeout with me. It was stupid and reckless. I had enough time to go visit Morgan at the loft. My brother had already gone to The Castle. I didn’t have to run into him and hear him scold me about dating Morgan.

When I called ahead to let Morgan know I was coming, she didn’t sound upset. I took that as a sign that I was welcomed to visit. This time I parked in the inside garage. Josh opened the garage door for me. I rode the elevator up to the loft. Morgan was waiting there for me at the elevator doors. She was wearing a white tank top and black shorts. Her hair was still big and curly like the night before.She was really a goddess. By far the most beautiful woman I’d ever been with, and I had a lot of bodies, like the young cool people say nowadays.

“Hey,” she said in a neutral tone.

“Hey.”

“Come back to my room.”

I followed her to one of the guest bedrooms that she had claimed as her own. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass. After she closed the door to her room, we both sat on the bed.

“I’m sorry I asked you to join me at the club. It was dangerous.”

“Yeah, but it was also fun. We never go on dates. It was a good time until we saw that bitch Marisol.”

“It was a good time. I can take you on more dates.”

“I like dates, but I really like when we fuck.”

“Oh, I love when we fuck, too.” I got excited by her choice of words.

“You have never shown me your fangs.”

“I know. I didn’t want to scare you away.”

“Do you think I scare that easy?” She purred and pressed her luscious lips together.

“No, I would never think that about you.”

“Well, let me see ‘em.”

“I’ll show you my fangs if you show me your tits.”

“Not a problem.” Morgan lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it. She exposed her gorgeous set of plump and firm C cups to my hungry eyes.

My mouth watered at the sight of her perfect breasts. Her pink nipples were already hard and begging for my attention.

“Your turn,” she said with a mischievous smile.

I let the change come over me. I felt my canines extend and push through my gums. I parted my lips and let her see my parlor trick.