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was a mystery, he sold them their stashes at a discount.
    “I had a few beers,” he lied, but yeah, he’d been a little high.
    “If this comes back to bite the Black Blood on the ass, you’re gonna pay.”
    “How could it bite the gang?”
    “’Cause, you idiot, if they connect you to the hit and run, they’ll eventually connect you to Tommy’s death, and that will lead them back to Malcolm’s coward brother, who wouldn’t even stand up to avenge his brother’s death.”
    “They haven’t put the two together,” J.D. said.
    “Yet! Let me put it like this . . . we don’t like trouble. We get rid of trouble. And you are beginning to smell a lot like trouble. All I’m saying is if this brings shit on our doorstep, you are gonna pay. If I were you, I’d be figuring out how to make that bitch forget your face.”
    His gut tightened. “You want me to kill her?” he asked, not wanting to believe Jax would want this.
    “If that’s what it takes,” the gang leader said.
     
    • • •
     
    At ten o’clock that night, Chloe had convinced Sheri she didn’t need her to stay over. And she didn’t. Sheri had her out-of-town fiancé, Kevin, visiting, and had already missed the day with him because of her. But now, by herself for the first time since her accident, Chloe walked around her apartment, and it felt empty. Lonely.
    Like her life.
    As if to prove her wrong, Cupcake came slinking around the hall to greet her. The black cat, eyes barely open, had shown up on her apartment doorstep a few days after she’d found herself without Jerry. Chloe had stayed up nights feeding the feline in hopes of saving its life. But in some ways, Chloe wondered if the cat had done the same for her. The tiny cat had given Chloe something to live for.
    Reaching down, she picked up the feline. “See, I’m not alone.” The cat rubbed its face against her chin, but the emptiness in her chest didn’t go away. And the melancholy reminded her of how she felt for months after her dad died.
    “I’m fine,” she said. Her life was just what she made it. She had her mom, her aunt, and her grandmother in Florida. She had her bakery and her writing, which she was going to get back into. Oh, and her friends. So what if her friend list was short? The people who mattered the most to her were here to stay. She’d pretty much excused herself from the group of friends that she and Jerry had hung out with together.
    She moved into the bedroom, set Cupcake on the floor, and pulled out a sleep shirt that said “angel” on it. After she slipped it on, she looked back at her bed. Then her gaze shifted to the two presents, all tied up with silver bows and ribbons, sitting on the bedroom chair.
    One more day and she would give them to Goodwill. She’d drop them off wrapped up and all. She didn’t want to know what was inside. The cards might say “To Jerry and Chloe,” but that was the old Chloe. The one whose life had been perfectly planned out.
    And that part of her, the one who should have opened those gifts, was as gone as Jerry.
    She no longer knew what her life would entail. She didn’t trust anything well enough to make plans. She didn’t even trust herself enough to start another book. Day to day.
    Curling up on the bed, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Sleep hovered right around the corner, that feeling of nothingness, and then she felt the mattress shift.
    Too big of a shift to be Cupcake. Had Sheri returned, worried about her? It had to be. She was the only one with a key. “I told you to go home.”
    “That’s not what I heard,” the deep male voice said.
    She opened her eyes and let out a squeal when her gaze landed on the Johnny Depp lookalike leaning back on the other side of her bed and staring at her with a heavy hooded gaze.
    “What are you doing here?” Chloe asked.
    Her heart pounded, then it hit her. Another dream?

Chapter Four
     
     
    She looked frightened and Cary knew exactly how she felt. He ran a