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“Yeah, we’re still at Strikers with Jenna, it started getting late so we’re staying over. What’s up? Don’t give me some bull, I can hear something’s wrong.” Bear gets straight to the point just like me and Pops, even if he’s still struggling with calling Striker Dad or Pops, I let it slide for now he’s, my brother.

“Yeah, I need you down at the club, bring Pops. Now!” Trying to keep my temper in hand and keep calm, Loal needs me calm I can deal with the anger after.

“You got it, what’s gone down? Do I need to let Axe know?” he enquires as I hear him shuffling around.

“Grinders dead. I need your help with cleaning up, now! Before the rest of the club gets back.” A brief of silence over the phone which sounds like minutes, then he informs me

“Right on it.” And with that he clicks off, luckily for me Pop’s house is literally a five-minute ride over. I gotta try and work it all out because after him trying to rape Lola there was no way in hell that was it, he had run out of fucking lives he’d had plenty of chances. No, I need to cover this shit up and fast and not just because the roar of an engine is heading this way.

I know full well what happened here tonight mine and Lola’s lives are forever entwined…

To be continued…

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THE TIERNAY SISTERS

EVIE RAE

1

Jude

Pigs had finally taken flight.

Jason Lancaster had finally grown a pair and asked me out.

Life was amazing.

After dancing around it for months, he’d finally manned up today while we were working freshman orientation—leaned across my table, fiddled with a stack of brochures, and managed to meet my eyes long enough to ask if I’d be interested in hanging out later.

Good lord, the guy was shy. I was beginning to think I was going to have to do the asking—I was getting exasperated by all the Facebook post likes and smiles in the hallway, only to be followed by sheepish head-ducking and whipping around the next available corner like his pants were on fire.

But he finally gained some courage, and some words, and stumbled his way through a very sweet five-word “want to hang out later?”

We were going out tonight—a new Thai spot that had just opened up near school and drinks afterward.

After that…who knew?

I couldn’t stop the full-on cheesy smile from taking over my face as I stepped into the elevator that would take me from the parking garage to the penthouse apartment I had grown up in on Manhattan’s upper East Side. The elderly lady in the corner frowned at me and hugged her pocket dog closer to her chest before looking pointedly away.

Well, exswqueeze me.So sorry my happiness upsets you.

I grinned harder. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m just in a really good mood. This guy I’ve been flirting with finally—finally! Asked me out.”