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Prologue

“I aht in his jar and when he looks at low”

-Kellie Elmore

I couldn’t see shit and I had no idea how long I’d been walking—no, stu was dark ahead, my vision was blurry, and my chest ached

Fox? Fucking Fox? She was fucking Fox

Harley Wyatt had been mine for five years She ild and drove me crazy, but she wastold me to steer clear, but I’d approached her anyway She was sitting at the bar at Daggers drinking shots of tequila with her feet propped up on a cardboard box As soon as I was at her side she glanced over at me and rolled her eyes

“Get lost,” she grumbled, threw back her shot, and made a face as she sed the liquid

“What’s in the box?”

“Dicks”

“What?”

“Yeah, I like to cut them off of men who try to hit on me in bars and keep them as souvenirs”