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  Wendy blinked slowly.

  Oh, hell. Shit was about to go down. Mayra cringed and shoved a bite of hot dog into her mouth.

  “Excuse me? I don’t care that you have a guy interested in you, Carnie. I don’t like the fact that it’s an asshole like Bobby.”

  “He’s not an asshole,” Carnie insisted.

  “He just left you in the middle of your date,” Wendy pointed out. “He’s shady as hell, and you’re just sitting here pouting that the douchebag left you.”

  “He is not shady.”

  “Who leaves to make a phone call while on a date?”

  Carnie bristled. “He said it was important, and he was only gone for ten minutes.”

  “Right,” Wendy drawled. “I’m sure he was just calling his mom to check in on her.”

  Elle and Agnes strolled over to our table. “What are you two bickering about?” Elle asked.

  Wendy glared at Carnie. “Carnie’s sleazy boyfriend.”

  “He is not sleazy,” Carnie screeched.

  Elle bumped her fist with Wendy. “Thank God. I was afraid I was the only one who felt that way about the guy. He’s at least ten years older than you, Carnie.”

  Seemed to be Carnie was the only one who was into Bobby.

  Agnes sat down next to Carnie and put an arm over her shoulders. “Calm down, dear. He’s just a man.”

  “I’m nineteen years old, Mom, and he’s the first guy who’s ever shown interest in me,” Carnie said quietly.

  “But he’s not the only man in the world,” Elle pointed out. “I never married, and I think I turned out just fine.” Elle grabbed one of the hot dogs on the table and took a huge bite. “I think I’m better because of it.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled.

  “You got a little hot dog in your teeth, Auntie,” Wendy laughed.

  “You said it, Carnie. You’re only nineteen.” Agnes gestured to Mayra and me. “Bertha is twenty-nine, and she just got married. The way I look at it, you got years before your prince charming comes along.”

  “Besides,” Mayra said. “You live in a small town where the dating pool is rather small.”

  Wendy scoffed. “That’s why she fell for the first new guy that rolled into town. Carnie wasn’t the only one after Bobby, but he chose her for some odd reason.”

  “He’s new in town?” I asked. Alarm bells were going off in my head. What were the odds that a shady as fuck guy would come to Pines Peak right around the time Mayra and I were here?

  “Yeah. He showed up last week. Had a flat tire and came into the diner looking for help.” Carnie sighed. “He was so handsome when he asked me if there was a mechanic in town.”

  “Uh, he is not handsome.” Wendy curled her lip.

  Agnes hushed Wendy with a look. “If we all thought the same people were attractive, this would be a boring world, Wendy. Your sister likes Bobby, and you just need to leave her alone.”

  Wendy rolled her eyes. “Well, I can tell you right now. I’m a year older than Carnie, and I am more than okay waiting for a whatever guy wants me.”

  “Like that is ever going to happen,” Carnie mumbled.

  “I am so glad I didn’t have a sister,” Mayra laughed.

  “Oh posh,” Elle laughed. “Agie and I may argue a lot, but it was always nice to have someone there.”

  “I suppose you’re right,” Mayra agreed.

  “It was nice to have someone there to beat up on,” Agnes agreed.

  Elle rolled her eyes, and they started bickering back and forth. Carnie glared at Wendy and stood up. “I’m heading back to the house. I’ll see you guys there.”

  She disappeared into the crowd, and Wendy growled. “She was my ride home.”

  Elle laughed. “That’s what you get for making fun of the guy she’s dating.” She patted Wendy on the arm. “I’ll drop you on my way.”

  “You’re gonna be here ‘til the bitter end of this thing,” Wendy complained.

  “So are your dad and I,” Agnes added.

  Wendy turned to Mayra. “Can I please get a ride home with you guys?” She pouted out her bottom lip and clasped her hands in front of her. “Pretty please.”

  Mayra tilted her head to look at me.

  “Fine,” I mumbled.

  Wendy pumped her fist in the air. “Ha! She totally thinks she left me here, but she didn’t,” she bragged.

  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of Mayra’s head. “You owe me,” I whispered.

  She glanced at me and smiled. “I think I know just the way to repay you.”

  *

  Mayra

  “Don’t stop.”

  “I couldn’t stop if I even wanted to,” he grunted out through clenched teeth.

  My nails dug into his back, and I threw my head back. His mouth latched onto my nipple, and he sucked deep.

  My idea of making up for having to take Wendy home was couch sex.

  Boink seemed to be enjoying it.

  I was straddling his lap with his dick buried between my legs while his mouth and hands touched every inch of me. I bounced up and down while he thrust his hips. “I’m gonna come,” I moaned.

  His teeth bit down on my nipple, and my orgasm crashed into me. He grunted my name, and my pussy milked his release from him.

  We had barely made it through the door before his hands had been all over me and my clothes were tossed on the floor.

  Boink wanted me, and I was never going to tell him no.

  I was pretty sure he could tell me in the middle of a crowded room that he wanted me right then and there and I wouldn’t tell him no. My feelings for him were deep and strong.

  Deeper than I’ve ever felt for anyone before.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his bare chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and panted trying to catch my breath.

  “We can give the fucking devil a ride home if you make it up to me by fucking me like that,” he breathed out.

  “One of us needs to make a snack.”

  “A snack,” he laughed. “How in the hell are you thinking about food right now?”

  We had just had mind-blowing sex and worked up an appetite. Was that really so weird? “Uh, because I’m hungry.”

  “She’s got my dick buried in her sweet cunt, and she’s thinking about food.”

  I clenched my pussy around his dick at his words. “Don’t say things like that.” At least not when I was hungry. He made me hungry for something else other than food.

  “What, cunt?”

  I tipped over onto the couch, and he followed. My back hit the couch, and he covered me with his body. “You can’t talk like some dirty biker and not expect me to get all hot and bothered.”

  “She wants the D again,” he smirked.

  “You are such an ass,” I giggled.

  He buried his face in my neck and tickled my stomach. “Just calling it like it is, M.”

  “Well, how about you feed me, and then we can spend the rest of the night with you giving me the D?”

  “Now that's what I’m fucking talking about.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and rolled off me.

  He strolled into the kitchen bare-assed with his dick swinging between his legs.

  “You gonna cook for me naked?” I called.

  “No point in putting clothes back on,” he called.

  I shot up off the couch and followed him in to the kitchen.

  I had gone from running from the mafia to sitting in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a naked man cooking for me. I would be a fool to not watch the show he was about to put on.

  I was a lucky bitch, and I knew it.

  *

  Chapter Eighteen

  Boink

  “I don’t like it.”

  She grabbed her purse and hitched it over her shoulder. “I’m going, Boink.”

  “I’ll take you.”

  She shook her head. “Uh, no. You just said you need to check in with Clash, and Carnie is going t
o be here in two minutes.”

  It was two weeks after the craft fair and things were fucking amazing with Mayra and me.

  She was by my side every day, and every night, my dick was buried inside her while she moaned my name and whispered she was mine before she fell asleep. Things were great, but I was still on edge wanting to keep her safe.

  “It’s six o’clock at night, Mayra. What in the hell are you guys going shopping for?” I demanded.

  “Carnie said she has a big date with Bobby tomorrow and she wants me to come along shopping.”

  “She has a sister to do this shit with. Why the hell can’t she go with her?”

  Mayra rolled her eyes. “You know how Wendy feels about Bobby. Do you really think she would go along with Carnie to find a dress to wear for him?”

  “You don’t like the guy either. Why the hell are you going?”

  She looked out the window next to the front door. “Because I’m trying to be a supportive friend while also trying to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

  Headlights bobbed down the driveway. “So, it’s just you and her?” I asked.

  She looked over her shoulder and nodded. “Yep. I should be home by eight. We’re going to the Kohl's in the next town over.”

  The next town over was half an hour away. “Mayra.”

  “Okay, fine. I’ll be home by nine, and I’ll have my phone on me the whole time. I’ll even FaceTime you whenever you want.”

  I rolled my eyes and pulled her into my arms. “I’m just trying to keep you safe, M.”

  She reached up and ran her fingers across my cheek. “I know that and I love that you do care about me so much.”

  “I more than care about you, M.”

  She bit her lip. “I know you do.”

  “And I know you more than care about me too.” She loved me. I knew she fucking did. Just like I knew that I loved her. Waking up to her and going to sleep with her every night was all I wanted anymore.

  She leaned up on her tiptoes and a pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll show you just how much I care about you as soon as I get home tonight.”

  I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against hers. “If your ass walks through that door at nine oh one, you’re gonna owe me.”

  “I like the sound of that. Whenever I owe you, we both end up winning.” She pressed another quick kiss to my lips and smiled. “Miss me?” she whispered.

  “Hard not to, M.”

  She closed her eyes and sighed. “Hopefully it won’t take ‘til nine for me to get home.”

  Her ass was going to miss me too.

  Carnie honked the horn.

  “Better get a move on. I’ll be waiting up for you.”

  She strolled out the front door with a wave over her shoulder and pulled the door shut behind her.

  I watched her get in the car and wave at me through the windshield.

  I didn’t expect to fall for her, but here I was, watching her drive away wishing she was in my bed and not in Carnie’s car.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I saw it was Clash calling.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. I had texted him ten minutes ago I would call and I hadn’t.

  “You forget how to tell time?” he drawled.

  I watched Carnie turn the car around and head down the driveway. “Uh, no. I was saying bye to Mayra.”

  “Where she going?” Clash asked.

  “Shopping with Carnie.”

  “And Carnie would be?”

  “Just a friend that Mayra made.”

  “And she’s safe going somewhere without you?” he questioned.

  I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. “Yeah. There hasn’t been movement anywhere around here.”

  “Well, that’s good. As far as we can tell, the Banachi’s aren’t even close to you. They’re looking for Mayra, but they headed east instead of west.”

  I popped open the beer and leaned against the kitchen counter. “That Wrecker’s doing?”

  Clash chuckled. “Could be. He might have spread around word about a chick looking like Mayra was seen in South Carolina.”

  I couldn't help but laugh. “Nice. Over thirty hours away from where we really are. Gotta hand it to Wrecker. He knows what the hell he is doing.”

  “Yeah, he always seems to be able to be one step ahead of everyone.”

  “He try to talk to Leo about Mayra?” Last Clash had told me, Wrecker was holding the fact that Mayra was under the Fallen Lords protection close to his vest. He was watching everything play out before he showed his cards.

  “Banachi's don’t have a clue about the Fallen Lords.”

  “Well, I guess that’s a good thing, right?”

  “For now, it is. I’m sure there is going to come a time where we’re going to have to make a move, but right now, just hang tight.”

  “Not a problem,” I muttered. If I had to stay in Nowheresville, Utah for the rest of my life with Mayra by my side, I was more than fine with that.

  “Things good with her?”

  “All good.”

  “I’m assuming you’ve tapped that because we all know you have a problem keeping it in your pants,” he laughed.

  “None of your fucking business.” I didn’t want him to talk like that about Mayra. She was different from all of the other girls who had been in my bed.

  They all left.

  Mayra was here to stay.

  “Oh, hell. Wrecker is going to be pissed.”

  “Why?” I growled.

  “You just joined the pack of merry pussy-whipped fuckers,” he joked.

  “Pretty sure he’s the president of the pack,” I grumbled.

  “That he is, brother. That he is. Alice has him wrapped around her finger like no other yet he still grumbles about Nickel, Pipe, and Maniac. Wait until I tell him we can add your name to that list.”

  Wrecker could be pissed all he wanted. It wasn’t going to change anything. “I’ll give you a call in a couple days.”

  “Sounds good. If I hear anything, I’ll give you a call before then.”

  I ended the call and tossed the phone on the counter.

  That was done.

  Things were still quiet, and Wrecker was still mad at me.

  Nothing new there.

  Now I had three hours to kill before Mayra came home.

  I really was a pussy-whipped fucker standing here trying to figure out what to do without Mayra. This used to be my life. Doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and now, I was at a loss on what to do.

  What did I do before Mayra?

  Sleep, drink, and fuck.

  Well, the fucking was out until Mayra got home and I wasn’t tired, so drinking and watching TV were the winners.

  I grabbed another beer from the fridge and settled into the couch.

  It was going to be a long three fucking hours waiting for Mayra.

  *

  Chapter Nineteen

  Mayra

  “You feeling okay?”

  Carnie glanced over at me. “Yeah, I’m great.” Her hands gripped the steering wheel tight. “Just been a long day.”

  We had been driving for fifteen minutes before I finally asked Carnie what was up. I had tried to talk to her, and all she had were one-word answers, and she kept looking around nervously.

  She put on her blinker and pulled into a gravel driveway.

  “Uh, I may not be from around here, Carnie, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t the way to Kohl's.”

  She crept slowly down the driveway. “Uh, this isn’t the way to Kohl's.”

  The hair on the back of my neck stood up at her words. “Then where are we going?”

  She looked over at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

  “Sorry? Sorry for what, Carnie?”

  She shook her head and kept driving. “I didn’t have any other choice. He took Wendy.”

  “Who took Wendy?” I demanded. I reached for the steering wheel b
ut she put her hand in my chest to hold me back.

  “Bertha, I’m sorry. He said if I didn’t bring you to him, he was going to kill Wendy. I can’t let him hurt Wendy.”

  “Who is he?!” I shouted.

  “Bobby,” she sobbed. “He took Wendy, and as long as I bring you to him, he won't hurt her. I just…I don’t know.”

  Fuck.

  I had just been lured to my imminent death. I pulled out my phone to call Boink.

  “It won’t work,” she said sadly. “He told me as soon as I turned into the driveway, your phone wouldn’t work. I wanted to tell you, but I need to get Wendy back. I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was like this.”

  “Why does he want me, Carnie? What did he tell you?”

  She hiccuped and wiped her nose with her sleeve. “He said you’re not who you say you are, and that you did something bad.”

  Shit. Bobby worked for the Banachi’s. I was right having a bad feeling about him.

  I was fucking right, and now I was being slowly driven to my death by Carnie.

  “I’m not who I said I was, Carnie, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Not like what you are thinking. Bobby works for bad people.”

  “I know,” she sobbed. “I didn’t believe him, but he pulled a gun on Wendy and me. He told me what I needed to do, and then he took off with her. But now I need to get Wendy back. I can’t let him hurt her.”

  I didn’t want Wendy to get hurt either. But at the moment, the only way it seemed to stop that was to give him me in exchange for her. “He’s going to let you and Wendy go once you get me there?”

  She nodded. “That’s what he said. He promised we could leave once he had you.”

  I wasn’t sure how much I could believe his word, but I needed to get Carnie and Wendy out of here safely. “Keep driving, Carnie.”

  She looked over at me. “I’m so sorry, Bertha.”

  I shook my head. “It’s Mayra, Carnie, and you don’t need to be sorry. This is all my fault.” I had thought by coming to Utah that everyone would be safe, but instead, I had put my new friends into danger.

  Elle and Agnes were going to kill me if anything happened to Carnie and Wendy. That is, if Bobby didn’t kill me first.