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“ W ow, you’ve done so much in the last two weeks,” Summer says as she looks around, and I nod in agreement.

I wasn’t kidding about needing to redo my home before I came into it. The day after the event—how I will always refer to a random guy jizzing on my stuff, because saying it out loud is just as creepy as thinking he did it—I started renovations. I grabbed all the important stuff and dumped the rest.

Domino had more than enough willing hands lying around to help.

And they all volunteered. Not a single one was forced.

I think they found it fun too. I mean, how often do you get to throw everything out into a dumpster and not give a shit if it breaks?

I’m sure some would see it as work, but for them, I think it was the release they needed.

The unknown stalker is just that, unknown.

There’s no one to hunt. Not till we find a clue that gets us something.

So, I had the guys destroy my house and knock out a few walls.

Hell, a few of them even have construction backgrounds and gave me pointers on what to do next.

Somehow, after one day, I ended up with a construction crew that was willing to work for half the going rate as long as I provided food. Oh, and a few sculptures at a discount.

I wasn’t planning on doing any work till the upstairs was done.

Mostly to focus on the remodel, and I needed a break.

Honestly wasn’t sure if I would break more than I built.

But I still had to go down there to ship things out that had already been sold, and a few of the guys came in when I had the bay doors open.

They’ve seen my stuff from afar, but none of them had really looked till then.

I’m happy to sell my work at a lower rate for this group.

Hell, I should give it away with the ideas they gave me for when I do start working again.

“You did a full-on redo, and somehow it looks bigger. How is that possible?” Summer said in awe.

I shake my head in wonderment too. “No clue, but I like it.”

There are no walls up, but the outline is.

The kitchen used to be on the left and the living area on the right.

The bathroom and master were also on the left, and the guest room and extra storage at the end of the hall were on the right.

Now I have the door open into an entryway—yeah, I got one of those—and you can see all the way to the back with a giant living room on the left.

The guest room is now directly on the right when you walk in, and the master is at the back on the same right wall.

In between the two is the kitchen that’s no longer L-shaped with just one wall of cabinets.

The built-in island is next to the fridge that’s also built into its own cubby, and it has double the counter space than before somehow.

And where is the bathroom, you ask? Behind the kitchen.

Right? Crazy. It’s one of those Jack and Jill types, but I prefer that over walking across the hall after a shower.

“The plumbing is the real bitch, and it’s what’s taking the longest since I have to move it from one side to the other.

I was okay with swapping the floor plan, but Domino insisted that I should do a full makeover, and I can’t really disagree.

It might be the same place, but knowing I’m not sleeping on the same side of the house makes it feel like a new one. ”

“Oh, hell yeah, it’s new. It’s like one of those freaking reno-house reveals. Once they put everything in, this place is going to look legit. I might never leave.”

I snort. “Like you do now.”

“Fact,” she says with a nod.

Even though she and I haven’t spent time here over the last few weeks, we’ve still seen each other daily to train. I’ve got a fight tonight if Domino will let me go.

Well, I’m going with or without him. The big issue is whether he’ll start a fight about it.

He knows it’s happening, but we just haven’t had the conversation about what happened last time.

He’s still trying to track the guy down, and every other day, he says he’s found something, but nothing concrete.

I want to know when we get solid details so I can be on the lookout, but if it’s just hunches, I’m not sure what that does for me.

We know the stalker is male because, well, the incident. We also know he’s over six feet because of some shadow angel on the car footage they had or something. Average build, but not a thing other than that.

I mean, I’m looking. Each time I go outside the club, I’m searching for anything out of the ordinary, someone who might be looking at me too closely or have a camera in hand.

Really, what does a stalker look like? Wearing a hoodie and keeping his face down seems like the obvious choice.

But hello! It’s still winter here. Everyone has a hoodie on and their face down to hide from the wind.

That doesn’t keep Domino from either being the one to escort me to the gym or sending a team of his brothers with me when he can’t .

And like the routine I’ve found with working on the renovation with the guys, Domino and I have fallen into one too.

Basically, we’re living together and barely spend a minute apart.

You’d think it would be odd or weird, but it’s not.

It’s as natural as Summer and me being friends.

We have quiet moments. We have small tiffs. We even go grocery shopping together.

It’s… different. Different because it doesn’t feel like anything but breathing.

It feels right. As natural as anything I’ve ever done in my life.

Which makes it odd in itself. But the man fucks like a demon, and I’m praising him nightly.

Not about to stop that anytime soon. So if the plumbing needs an extra week, fine by me.

The only plans I have are what position to get into tonight.

You know, if he asks me nicely.

I smile to myself at all the ways Domino and I have fucked over the last two weeks.

Definitely some interesting positions. I’m not sure what my favorite is, because I always get what I want in the end—him stretching me to the point that I feel like it’s too much and then asking him to do it again and again.

I’ve become addicted to his fat cock. I fear that he’s stretched me to the point that I’ll never be satisfied by another again.

“Yo, Menace. You here?” Rooster pokes his head through the door and spots me. I give him a nod, which he returns. “Domino’s looking for you. I can walk you over if you’re ready to go.”

“I should get going too. Gotta pick the kids up from school.” Summer grabs me and forces a hug on me.

She always does it, since I’ve never been the hugging type, and because she knows I won’t push her away.

Not because she hugs me, but just because she knows I won’t punch her for less than a fair fight.

“Bye, honey. Tell the kids hi for me, and I’ll see you at the fight tonight.” I wave her off as she exits, then grab my stuff from one of the collapsible tables the guys set up to use as a worktable.

“Still planning on fighting tonight?” Rooster asks as I lock up and we head back to the club.

I narrow my eyes at him, but his face remains neutral. Not sure if he’s curious or just checking for Domino’s sake. “That’s the plan.”

He nods but says nothing else as we enter the clubhouse and head to the elevators.

“He’s on the second floor,” he says a second before we enter the empty elevator and he pushes the button. I don’t know why we didn’t take the stairs if it’s only one flight up. But maybe I’m the only one fond of them. Especially after getting in some extra work on them a few weeks ago.

“This way.”

When the doors open, I follow Rooster down the hall and turn into a room I’ve never been in before. There are a few monitors on the walls, but it’s mostly a conference room from the looks of it. Domino’s in here with Mickey, Bane, Lucky, and Link, their tech guy.

Domino glances up from a computer screen he’s looking at over Link’s shoulder, and I smile at him.

“We found him.”

My smile drops, and I grab for the table as I stumble at his words. “What? Where? Who is he? How do you know it’s him?”

“Link had the idea that maybe it’s someone closer to you rather than just a crazed fan.

That maybe it’s someone you know or who at least thinks they know you.

We’ve been looking at every member within the underground, and Mack and Tommy have given us a few names to run down that had them thinking twice.

We even did the same with those at your gym, and one guy popped with a background full of domestic violence. ”

“Guy put his last three girlfriends in the hospital. The last one claimed it was only one date, and it was months ago. He went off on her when she dated another guy and said he was hers. Guy got out of prison about four months ago due to overcrowding. And apparently he started looking for a new girl, and that’s when he found you.

” Link glances up at me from his computer for a second before going back to whatever he’s looking at now.

“From what we can tell, it was me taking you home that was the catalyst for all of this. Why he stepped up his game. But instead of beating up the girl like he did before, he’s taking out those who are getting close. Or those who threaten you in some way, I think,” Bane says as he looks over at me.

I go around the table. “What are you looking at?”

“Live feed. I called Tommy and told him who was after his fighter. Figured he’d want to be the one to bring him in.”

“That and he was in the gym when we put all of this together,” Lucky supplies for the group.

We watch Tommy confront some big guy who looks pretty bulked up. Well, he has his shirt off, so it’s obvious, but I bet under the right sweater, he could hide his muscles.

“How do you know it’s him?” I ask. “I mean, other than his record.”