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I ball my hands into fists, pissed at my incompetence.

People don’t usually trip me up.

I want to hunt him down and kill that motherfucker.

Genesis is only one day into our contract and already becoming a major pain in my ass.

Maybe I should let the Russians have her.

I don’t need this goddamn headache.

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Julian doesn’t speaka word to me on the drive back to the city.

And it’s aloooongdrive.

He does, however, take phone calls.

The asshole also keeps turning my music down each time I up the volume. He wants me to suffer in silence.

When he parks in the garage, he leaves the Escalade and slams the door shut.

So dramatic over a girl simply sneaking out and gambling.

It’s not like I robbed the casino.

I thought red-flag men were supposed to love danger.

I pat my pocket, remembering the cash I have left from my thievery in his office. I’ll be requesting the payout from the chips he took from me.

I won them.

Sure, maybe not fair and square, but I still won.

Julian keeps his butt-hurt attitude while inputting the code and opening the house door.

I sit there, play with my hands in my lap, unsure what to do.

“Get your fucking ass in here,” he yells from the doorway. “You have three seconds, and trust me, it’d be in your best interest not to test any more of my limits tonight.”

“All right then,” I say under my breath while getting out of the Escalade.

When I’m halfway toward the doorway, he turns and walks inside.

I keep my pace slow, giving him time to cool off.

When I follow him, he’s in the living room, pouring himself a glass of bourbon from the same bottle we drank from last night. He chugs the liquor, slams the glass against the bar so hard that it shatters, and wipes the edge of his mouth.

He definitely wants to be nominated for Most Dramatic of the Night.

His eyes train on me as he snatches a glass shard, playing with it in his hand, not caring if it cuts him.

“Don’t you dare pull that shit again.” He points the shard at me. “Do you understand?”

I shift from one foot to the other.

No smart-ass comment will leave my mouth.