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I did not look back and score another kiss from him. A girl could only take so many spikes of adrenaline over a short span of time.
    Maybe twenty minutes after the last drop he laced his fingers through mine then pulled me to his bike. I put the helmet on and mounted the bike without direction from him. You’d have thought I’d ridden it a million times. Quickly, I lost track of where he was taking me. I hadn’t seen enough of the city to have any kind of bearings, but any fool would know that we were far from the legit side of the tracks. I knew we were on the side of town I was told never to go, but I wasn’t positive which way was home—never a good thing.
    After streets full of hookers, corners littered with men I would not face on my bravest day, we moved down another seedy alley. The bikes and sports cars lining each side made me question if the place was as dangerous as I thought it was. Each one was shined to perfection, and most had the windows down or cracked like they were parked at a Southern church and didn’t have a care in the world.
    The alley ran between two of the largest warehouses I’d seen in this area; they were the most put together too, like I wasn’t afraid it was going to crash down on my head at any second.
    Once we were dismounted, he opened the hatch on his bike, pulled out a black bag then loaded it with stacks of more cash than I had ever seen in my life. Some of it was neat and clean. Other bundles looked like they had been dragged through the gutters.
    Wordlessly, as always, he took out a pair of aviator glasses from the same compartment and put them on me—effectively hiding the most memorable feature I had. Next came a black ski cap that totally did not fit the season, but surely cured my helmet hair.
    I almost spit out a snarky remark like, “So, what bank are we robbing?” but he never gave me a chance. He reached for my hand and stared me down for a second. A stare that said to play it cool, and not to leave his side.
    My heart picked up a notch or two as we moved down the alley, more so when he rapped on the door with his fist. A second later a guy three times his size let us into the hallway that was glowing red. Music was vibrating the walls, and smoke filled the air. I’m not sure if it was him or me, but one of us tightened the grip of our hands. The soft sway of his thumb against the side of my palm did anything but calm me.
    We squeezed by tons of people. Not one single guy bothered to touch me, if anything, they made way for me to move by, but every half-naked girl in sight reached for him, and only paused when they noticed his glare.
    At the end of the hall, another bodyguard guy gave us a once over before he let us into a room that looked like a retro office. Most of the furniture was green, plastic, and old. An older woman was sitting at the desk before another door, smoking away as she clicked her fingers across the laptop before her.
    Slayton nodded for me to sit on the couch that was just out of sight from most of the adjoining room. I did, but only on the very edge. I was ready to bolt at any second, and not fond of the obstacles in my way to do so.
    One swoop of my gaze made me cringe when I noticed that in the next room, among the room full of men, the fair-haired guy from the night before, along with the short Italian— they were not only there, but surprised to see me again. Makes two of us buddy , I thought grudgingly.
    From what I could see in the room, there was a massive desk on each side—one to the right and left. Each had stacks of cash on them and topless girls were running the bills through a machine to count them.
    There was a guy behind the desk; he had to be in his late fifties, dripping with the whole Godfather persona; overweight, a little oily, with a cigar smoking on his desk. Slayton handed his bag to the girl on the left. The man behind the desk ended his cell phone call then reclined back in his leather chair. Because he leaned back, I