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Harlan

I lean against the door, crossing ht back She probably has no idea what I’m even upset about but she doesn’t care She’s ready to take me on anyway

“Grow the fuck up,” I snap at her and she sucks in a deep lungful of air in shock

She hisses, “What?”

“I said, grow the fuck up,” I repeat, enunciating every word carefully

“Grow up? Grow up? Excuse me? I can’t believe—”

I cut her off with a snort “Drop the surprise act with me, sister I know you aren’t that stupid There’s so in a fantasy world here You’ve had such a fucked up life up to this point, you’re overco into this make-believe world of the Black Fist MC, where you can just sit around and have big ol’ bikers serve you hand and foot I think you’ve started to believe that shit you read on your goddamn Kindle”

“It isn’t…shit,” she gets out, her voice catching partway through and I search her face for tears, but if she’s fighting the

“Your Kindle stories are nothing but bullshit You’ve decided thatto hide your head in the sand, but I say no I can’t just pretend to kidnap you for the rest of your life!”

“You’re just jealous because you had to share ht,” she shot back “You’re probably not used to having to share your women like that, are you?”

She stares at er and lust so thick, you could set a dick upright in it At least, that’s the excuse I'ainst the fly of my jeans

She has a point about last night Oh, I'er-ons, but they didn’t ettable, an object to be fucked and to bring pleasure to, but

Becca is different She isn’t a hanger-on I don’t kno to say this without sounding like a lovesick idiot, so I keep my yapper shut

And still, we continue to stare at each other