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“Why would you fire her?” I blurt. Fuck, even I would have fired her. She called off work on the first week? That’s not a good sign.

“I’m only gonna say this once, this girl is afraid of something. Whatever she is afraid of, you need to find it. That’s the only reason why she called off work.”

“How do you know that?” I’m standing in the middle of the courtyard with Capone smoking a blunt happily.

Nothing phases this man. I swear.

“A woman just knows. Watch your girl.” She hangs up the phone.

“That didn’t sound good,” Capone gripes with a smile.

“Why are all the hot bitches in trouble?”

He shrugs. “Because the hot bitches are the ones we want and they want us to work for it. That’s the only reason why.”

“Jesus,” Michelangelo groans and looks towards the door where Tasha strolls out.

Tasha is one of the club bunnies that all the new guys love. She’s down to fuck and will do just about anything to have a good time. The one thing you gotta know about Tasha is the fact that she’s connected to the mob or some shit.

At least that is what she tells everyone. No one knows anything about her.

“Good luck!” I call out to him and hop on my bike to go the tattoo shop. I gotta get some work in.

With Gear watching Maci, I feel as if she’s going to be protected. I want to bring her ass to the tattoo shop, but I don’t know if she will come willingly.

ME: yo, bro

GEAR: I just got here. Nothing out of the ordinary. How long I gotta be here?

ME: I want you to go the apt across from Gina and knock on the door. Maci will answer. I need you to get her and her daughter to the tattoo place

GEAR: you know what you’re doin?

I rub my hand down my face and start up my bike. I have no idea what I’m doing. I know for one thing, now that I’ve had a taste for Maci, I’m never letting her go.

The woman consumes me after one fuckin’ day of knowing her.

I’m screwed beyond belief. There is nothing more I can do than try to protect her.

The thought of this moving so fast should scare me. Should make me want to run the other way, but all I want is to be with her. I can’t explain it at all.

I pull into the parking lot of my tattoo place and open the doors to George, my customer.