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ticket?” I said angrily, remembering her message from Candy.
    “If you really believe that, you’re an asshole. If he was my meal ticket, I would have given him my virginity and let him knock me up instead of just a Boston cop,” she ranted.
    It was truly an asshole thing to say, and I knew she wasn’t her mother, but it was good to hear it being said. “I’m sorry, but that was what was in the text your mother sent you.” I slipped up.
    “So you were in my phone?” she screeched in outrage.
    “Only after you told me that you wouldn’t end things with him. How would you like it if I told you I was seeing somebody and refused to let her go for you?” I challenged. I knew Angel wouldn’t like that shit—who would?
    “I’d want to punch you in your balls, and I would beat her ass,” she jealously seethed.
    “Exactly. I can’t beat your ass, and I can’t legally get away with killing him. Now you see my dilemma?” She only nodded. “Then are we done, or are you ending it with him?”
    “You don’t understand,” she whined.
    “Then make me understand.” I pulled her to me and pressed my throbbing head against her belly. Angel started massaging my scalp, running her fingers through my hair. It helped ease my pain, and she also relaxed. He was the only thing standing in the way of our relationship blooming.
    She took a deep breath, then pushed away. I watched as she paced back and forth. I had enough when she started wringing her hands, so I stood up with a blinding pain and pulled her back to me. “Just tell me. Make me understand,” I whispered as I kissed her hair. 
    “It’s not that simple,” she murmured.
    “Things aren’t going to end between us until I’m cold in my grave, so you can tell me anything,” I confessed.
    She looked deeply into my eyes, and I saw resignation in hers. “I’m not supposed to be telling anyone this, but I’m not dating Kevin for real. It’s fake,” she announced.
    “What?!” My mind was reeling with questions and anger. We had only known each other for several days, and I was already beyond hooked. I struggled with my feelings toward her relationship with him, and it was all bull. I pulled away because my head just started pounding harder.
    I walked to the chair in the darkest corner of the room and sat down to think. It took a moment to get my head on right. I really needed to not drink again, especially that heavily.
    “Please explain,” I demanded.
    She sat back on the bed and ran her fingers along her face. After huffing out a deep breath, she revealed, “Kevin is an agent with the FBI. He’s undercover posing as my rich boyfriend.”
    “Why?”
    “Because they believe my mom is a black widow. In the last ten years, she’s been married four times. The last three all died mysteriously,” she informed me.
    I jumped up from my seat, forgetting the pain because it could wait—Ted couldn’t. “What?! We need to find my brother right away before she kills him.”
    She rushed up and put her hand to my chest, the effect calming. “Don’t worry. He’s safe. Candy was arrested last night for buying five grand worth of cocaine in the back alley of the casino.”
    “How do you know?” I asked because the last time she’d seen her mother would have been when I did, unless she left the room. Looking at her suitcase by the door, it was clear she did leave to get it.
    “I got a text asking to get a hold of Ted to bail her out of jail. I called Ted from the number she gave me, and he refused, saying he’d made a mistake in marrying her.”
    “Fucking great! Where is he?” I was happy about that. Since she was a criminal maybe he could get out of settling any money on her.
    “I think he went to the police station,” I offered.
    “I’m going to call him, babe. Excuse me.” I kissed her softly before grabbing my phone.
    “Okay,” she said.
    I dialed Ted’s number, and he answered right away. “Hey, Dean, what’s up?”
    “Angel tells me