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signed baseball cards.
    “Will you leave me alone? For once. I don’t know you. I don’t care to know you. I don’t like you, and my friend has a black eye because of you. So fuck off.” She hissed.
    “Sweetheart,” I looked at her exposed neck that was begging for my mouth to latch onto. “It’s you that needs to leave me alone. You keep coming to me.”
    This made her turn around. “How do I keep coming to you?” She said through gritted teeth, attempting to whisper.
    “You came to my bar and now you are at my store.”
    Those hazel, seductive eyes went wide, while her pouty lips turned up in disgust.
    “Listen, Razor.” Oh, she knew my name. “Just because you’ve been here for awhile and you started a club, doesn’t make everything in this town yours. I was born and raised here. If anything, it’s mine.”
    My hand involuntarily went to her waist, so I could pull her into my body that so desperately wanted to feel her. I bent my head towards her, completely invading her space. I did not give a fuck.
    “Sweetheart, I own both buildings outright. My name is on the deed and the business license. That makes ‘em mine.” Her head went back, and then she lowered her eyes to the floor. Grabbing her chin with my forefinger and thumb, I lifted it up as my lips hovered near hers.
    “Oh.” She tried to push away, but my grip tightened. “Then I guess the city has really come to ruins.”
    I laughed.
    “On the contrary. The city is doing the best it has in the last seven years.”
    “Auntie.” The boy walked up to us. “Who’s this?”
    Auntie?
    “Oh, nobody.” She pushed and I let go. “You ready to go?”
    When I looked at the boy, recognition set in as his eyes got wide and his mouth formed the letter ‘O’.
    “Oh my God! You are Xander Willis, only the best pitcher Pennsylvania has ever produced. You played with the Phillies and broke records people are still trying to break. Struck out Bennie Abreu and nobody strikes him out. I was just watching a documentary, and you were being featured.” He turned to his aunt without losing a breath, “Auntie, do you know who he is? This is Xander Willis. Can I take a picture with him and get an autograph, please? Auntie, please.”
    When people knew that side of my life, it bothered me. I wasn’t the same person, but at that moment, it kept me in the company of Kylie Mills. I’d take it. Shit, I’d take anything.
    I saw myself crossing the line with her, and fuck if I didn’t know, there would be no turning back.
    “Uh,” those mesmerizing eyes looked at me. “Sure.”
    “Great!” I clapped my hands. “What’s your name, kid?”
    “I’m Will,” he said proudly.
    “Nice to meet ya, Will.” I saluted him. “Mace, get over here.”
    “Okay, dad.” He dropped the duster just as her eyes widen at my title.
    “Can you set up the phone to take an automatic picture?” I asked him.
    “Yeah.”
    “With mine too.” Kylie added.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    Kylie looked at me again in shock. Then she said under her breath, “At least bad manners don’t run in the family.”
    I laughed again, but this time she stared at me. There were no funny comebacks or smart remarks; her eyes were simply trained on me.
    “They are both set,” Mace said and broke the haze between us.
    “Get in here.” I held out my left arm so he could fit in and pulled Kylie, who pulled the boys closer together.
    “It’s going to be three blinks.” Mace instructed.
    After the picture was taken, I tagged her hand and pulled her with me in the back.
    “We’ll be right back,” I said to the boys. “Mace, show Will my card, so I can sign it for him.”
    “Really! Oh my God!” the boy exclaimed.
    When we reached the back, I pulled her to me and asked, “Why don’t you fuck with bikers?”
    “Why does it matter?” she snapped back at me.
    Kylie’s body was pressed against mine, and my hands were on her ass. Those heels made her taller than most other women, and her