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lock across the room, I bury my face in the pillow, seeing the smudges of my makeup there th

rawl over to it and smash it into the floor, groaning when it shatters. But at least the noise stops. I flop to my ba

Stripping as I go, I turn on the spray and wait for it to warm up. I frown and look at the tangled mess which is my hair, shrugging b

the roses across my thigh and the mandala pattern. The sleeve on my left arm is done and took four whole, eight hour sittings. But it was

my hair, and it decides to lie nicely for once and hang straight after I dry shampoo it to hell. I take more time with my makeup, applying my signature red lipsti

now? Now it’s just me. But that’s enough dredging up ghosts from my past before breakfast. Letting the towel drop to the floor, I head

ack shorts and my trusty high-heeled biker boots. Checking myself out in the mirror once more, I grab m

picked up. It makes me wonder who they were, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone has jump

l when I have to throw the broken stool out back. One goddamn rule. Ju

d it makes me smile, least I know he’ll feed me…unlike Gilder, who works weekends, bas

tly at him as he swings off his Harley. He g

, but he stops dead when he sees t

wly, his eyes widenin

k, way too t

stool?” he queries seri

he was, d

er. “Greg would be proud, kid. Go on, get

I head to the front. By the time the smell of sizzling meat wafts to me, I’m set up and ready, so w

panties. We sit at one of the tables, my elbows sticking to the woo

th full, as he grabs both plates and heads back to the ki

and then roll my eyes when I see w

like that.” He smiles and looks beh

“What’s a matter? I heard or s

ers going to his trouser buckle

customers, so no. I don’t know them, I don’t know where

y I’m here this time, it’s

, taking down the defensi

you get my meaning. I don’t know who you’re messing with, but when the

he fuck are those guys? I tho

I’m cleaning your remains up off the street. Or better yet, get gone. On a plane as far as

putting my back to it. Calm down, Zamsii, you’ve had worse. Whoever it is,

ht, high

y goddamn bar. No. Shaking my head, I push away from the door

o the wood. Get it together, Zamsii, ain’t no man making me run. I did it once, n

s, letting the music pump through the bar before unlocking the door. I

hear. If anybody knows something, it’s the p

on what someone wants me for. It’s mainly food orders with beer, so I’m

definitely don