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neither of us have a claim on it, so there’s no need to show our patches.
    He slides a beer across the table at me, and I wrap my heavily ringed fingers around it and take a sip. Jackson watches me, his eyes curious. He’s looking at me like he’s my fuckin’ dad. I hate when he does that. Fuckin’ Jack is too good for the life he lives. His heart is far too big.
    “What’s up, Spike?” he asks, lighting a cigarette.
    “She’s up.”
    I nod my head towards Ciara, who is now serving a dirty old man who is making no effort to try and hide his lingering eyes. That fucker. I want to go and drive a fist into his dirty fuckin’ nose.
    “Ciara?” Jackson asks, forcing my attention back to him.
    “Yeah, Ciara.”
    “What’s she doin’?”
    I meet his gaze. “She’s a problem for me.”
    Jackson narrows his eyes. “Why?”
    “She’s...I don’t know how to put it, but she’s tryin’ to fix something here...between us...and it can’t be fixed.”
    “I thought she got the message after the visit at the warehouse?”
    “She didn’t. Well, she did but she ain’t willin’ to give up. She’s determined that we can get an old friendship back. It’s a problem, Jackson. I can’t have her gettin’ involved in my life, and the shit I’m doin’.”
    “What shit are you doin’?” he asks, giving me a hard stare.
    I stiffen. “None of your business, Jack’s. I don’t ask what’s goin’ down between you and the Knights...same goes this end.”
    “It’s my turf. Don’t go bringin’ motherfuckin’ trouble here, Spike.”
    “Fuck, Jacks. I ain’t gonna bring no trouble.”
    Jackson gives me a long, hard, glare, but then he sighs. “I don’t own Ciara. I can’t tell her what to do.”
    “She’s under your protection, Jack’s. Tell her to back down, that this ain’t a clever thing she’s doin’.”
    “She just wants your forgiveness. Maybe if you give it to her, she’ll back off.”
    “No,” I grunt. “She won’t. It goes far deeper than forgiveness.”
    “Why don’t you tell her to back down?”
    “I have,” I growl. “She won’t have any of it. She won’t back off. She thinks she can fix me. She’s as stubborn as they come. That girl ain’t backin’ down anytime soon.”
    “Ignore her, eventually she’ll go away.”
    I huff, clenching my fists, “You really don’t know her, do you?”
    Jack’s growls. “Fine, Spike, I’ll have a word with her. I’ll try and get her to back off.”
    “Excuse me?”
    I hear Ciara’s angry voice and freeze. Well fuck, she wasn’t supposed to hear. Slowly I turn, and I see her standing with two beers in her hands. She’s glaring at me, and her eyes are alight with rage. Fuck.
    “How. Dare. You.”
    “Ciara,” Jackson begins, but she cuts him off with a glare.
    “I thought better of you, Jackson. Is that all I am to you people? Some pathetic case you need to sort out?”
    “It ain’t like that...” he protests, but her eyes are back on mine.
    Fuck those eyes.
    “You,” she snarls, leaning down so close her face is only inches from mine. She’s panting with rage, and her words come out like fucking steel. “How dare you come in here and try to get Jackson to do your dirty work? You’re pathetic, Spike. If you have something to say to me, man up and say it. You can try as hard as you fucking like, I’m not going to run away crying like the little girl I once was, because honey,” she leans down, closer, “I got tough.”
    Then I feel the cold beer hit my chest. I jerk and my eyes widen as she tips the fuckin’ beer down my front. The stare she’s giving me is that of pure determination and, fuck, is that hunger? Fuck her. Fuck. Her. I growl and reach up, gripping her wrists.
    “Quit what you’re fuckin’ doin’ Ciara. Now .”
    A slow smirk stretches across her face and she stands up straight, smiling down at us as though we’re just two customers she doesn’t know.
    “You two have a lovely night, and do call if you