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Prologue

Diesel

Two years before the story begins — at the first atte of Diesel’s son

“Violet? What are you doing in my office?”

Even as I ask the question, I know Crusher is at my back; he knows too Fuck, I think my whole daodda into her pussy that I couldn’t see through her lies

Just like liars do, Violet jumps, slams the drawer on my desk shut—the drawer that was locked when I left it last night—and turns around to look at me She pastes a smile on her face

“Sweetheart! I thought you were gone today with Ryan to have that father/son bonding time?”

Sweetheart

That word froht held ood, I swore I’d found heaven The wouess that should have clued ood without a lot of practice I knew she wasn’t co thought there weren’t many before me

How the fuck was I to know she had a whole damn army of cocks in that mouth before me?

“Answer the da in my office?”

“Baby—”

“In a room you aren’t supposed to be in—”

“Diesel—”

“Indesk, that I knoas locked—”

“If you’d just let me talk, lover, I could explain,” she says

She tries to look so cool, but she can’t hide the panic on her face, or the desperation bleeding through her voice She’s scared

And she should be

“Can you, Violet? You can explain how you ignored every rule I have in place?”

“Of…Of course I can,” she stutters

“Good I want you to explain, Violet I want you to explain that and while you’re at it, I want you to explain how that bitch of an ex knew exactly where I’d be today with Ryan”

“Your ex? Why would I know anything about that?” she asks She starts backing away the minute I walk into my office