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  this shit is going to drive me nuts! She’s even slightly afraid to

  leave the house without me.”

  “Now there is a man truly pussy whipped,” Dane chuckled to

  Blaine.

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  “That ain’t no shit,” Blaine grunted with a small grin of his own.

  “I never pictured you as the kind of man who would bow down to a

  woman.”

  “Fuck you both,” Devon snapped. He walked over to Blaine,

  taking his drink from his hands.

  “I never thought Kera the kind of woman to be scared of

  anything,” Dane stated.

  “She isn’t, but she is having nightmares over that shit,” Devon

  said. He sighed, rubbing his face, “So what’s going on?

  “Well, I’ve officially moved out.” Dane smiled. “Tonight was the

  last straw with her.”

  “Did she catch you beating your meat again?” Blaine

  snickered, taking a drag from his thin cigar. “Or did good old

  grandma say yes when you mistook her bed for one of the many

  other girls you’ve snuck into late at night?”

  “You are a sick bastard, you know that?” Dane shot back and

  Blaine chuckled.

  “I bet she told him she was going to cut the money off if he

  didn’t change his ways,” Devon tossed in with a grin.

  “Play with your pecker again and no allowance for a week!”

  Blaine tried to speak in a high pitch granny voice that had Devon

  chuckling.

  “You are so fucking hilarious.” Dane threw an apple at Blaine,

  which he caught with one hand and took a bite out of.

  “I do try my best,” Blaine smarted back before he sat down

  and put his feet on the table, which was another “no-no” in his

  house growing up. Dane was noticing a lot of the old rules which

  Blaine had to grow up with no longer applied.

  “She’s been having these girls come over for dinner,” Dane

  remarked with a sneer on his lips. “Wants me to marry a good girl

  of our class, not go to the Compound and take a chance like

  Devon did.”

  “Ah, so Dannie boy is under pressure to get a wife.” Devon

  smiled, sat down, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ain’t life a

  bitch?”

  “You know, I always said that woman has a set of nuts we

  don’t know about.” Blaine said, looking at Dane with his own evil

  smile, chewing on his cigar. “She sure does know how to fuck

  someone over. Are you sure your grandfather and her marriage

  was legal, cause I can’t picture him willingly fucking her?”

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  Devon burst out laughing.

  “Are you finished yet?” Dane crossed his arms over his chest,

  glaring at Blaine who was smiling back at him.

  Blaine shook his head with a grin. “Not really.”

  “Let Kera have a talk with her.” Devon chuckled. “She can

  reason with her. Lord knows she needs some kind of distraction.

  And who knows,” he shrugged. “She might kick your

  grandmother’s ass.”

  Blaine pointed a finger at Devon with the corner of his lips up,

  “I’ll put a C-note on Kera.”

  “You know, some bullshit never changes, even when we don’t

  see each other for months or years.” Dane rubbed his face,

  slumping back in the chair.

  “Shit, Dane, stop acting like a pussy.” Blaine stood back up.

  He walked over to Devon and took his drink back, swallowing

  what was left. “Find a girl, do your thing, then ship her ass off

  somewhere. It’ll get granny off your ass, and you can still live life

  somewhat single, happily ever fucking after.”

  Devon punched Blaine in the arm. “Doesn’t work that way, dip

  shit.”

  “Maybe you were right, Devon.” Dane twirled the liquid in his

  glass around, staring off. “Maybe it’s time I did grow up.”

  “You do know that, with your grandmother putting this kind of

  pressure on you, it could backfire, and I’m not talking about if she

  picks the girl or not.” Devon told Dane, snapping him out of his

  daze. “Ask yourself this question. What will you do if you find

  someone and your grandmother ends up not approving of her

  after all?” He shrugged. “She doesn’t have much of a say in who

  matches up with you if you go to the Compound. And you can go

  without her approval, if you want.”

  “Shit, Devon.” Blaine groaned, sitting back down with his cigar

  between his teeth. “That old hag isn’t going to approve of anyone,

  especially if the girl has the balls to stand up to her. And, if he gets

  lucky and finds a girl with a back bone like Kera, then that old

  bitch is going to go ballistic.” Blaine put his cold dark eyes on

  Dane. “You do what you want. If you want to marry, then find one

  that is right for you and take her. Don’t let any of these fuckers tell

  you what to do.” He took a drag, blowing the smoke out, and

  chewing on his cigar. “Especially that grandmother of yours. If she

  doesn’t like your wife, fuck her. And I don’t mean it literally this

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  time.” He grinned.

  “Advice coming from him,” Devon thumbed towards Blaine.

  “Hey, I never said I was opposed to marrying.” Blaine took

  another deep drag on his cigar, letting the smoke out slowly once

  more. “I only said I didn’t like being forced into shit.” He stretched

  out again, both legs up on the table with ankles crossed. “I don’t

  like how this fucking town and the rich snobs trying to tell

  everyone who is proper and who isn’t.” He looked at Dane, getting

  his full attention. “Devon found the one that was right for him. End

  of story. The town didn’t like it, he told them to fuck off. Go to the

  Compound if you want, or go on the sidelines. Just don’t marry the

  wrong one. You do, I’ll kick your ass.”

  “Look at it this way,” Devon added. “If you get someone that

  has the fire Kera has, then your grandmother doesn’t stand a

  chance.” He smiled big.

  “Nope,” Blaine agreed. “You marry and you’re free from her

  for life. Think of it as parole, or some shit like that.” Blaine smiled

  big. “Now isn’t that enough right there to marry, if nothing more

  than to stick it to that hag of yours?” That brought a smile to

  Dane’s lips. “Why the fuck your mother let her be your guardian

  after the stories your father used to tell us is beyond me.” He

  looked down at his watch then back up at them. “Well, boys, I hate

  to break this happy meeting up, but I need to go.” Blaine told them

  both. “I just wanted you both to know that I’ll be stopping by from

  time to time.”

  “What? Are you afraid of getting hit again?” Dane asked.

  Blaine rubbed his jaw, “Yeah. When did you get that wicked

  punch anyway?”

  “Here today, gone tomorrow.” Devon remarked. “When the

  hell are you going to stay put?”

  The corner of Blaine’s l
ip went up, but he didn’t smile. “I’m

  selling shit and finding more crap of my father’s.” His eyes

  lowered, but his body tensed up. “Bastard had more bullshit

  investments than I think my mother ever knew about.” He took a

  deep breath. “Loved to fuck people over.” He stood up and

  stretched his body, groaned as he relaxed, and sat back down

  again. “When I get it all done, then I’ll come back to stay.” He

  looked up with a grin on his face, “Maybe.”

  “Shit,” Dane mumbled when his cell phone rang. He dug it out

  of his pocket, frowning as he read the number. “Speak of the

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  devil.”

  “I swear she knows when Blaine is back.” Devon chuckled.

  “It’s like she can smell the evil.”

  Blaine smiled. “When I do decide to stay for good, her

  Depends will be up in the crack of her ass—so far up that no

  matter how much she picks at her ass, they won’t come out.” He

  chuckled.

  “Well I have a good feeling that she just found out I’m out of

  the house for good.” Dane stood up and went over to shake

  Blaine’s hand. “Call me when you get back.”

  Blaine shook his hand and nodded. “Will do. And I’ll have

  someone look into this Cameron crap, Devon. You guys definitely

  don’t need that prick on your asses.”

  “Good,” Devon nodded. “I don’t like the idea of him loose and

  with the rumors of girls disappearing again—well let’s just say I’m

  pretty sure he has his hand in it.”

  “Then I’ll have some people look into it. When I get back, we’ll

  have dinner or something, but not here,” Blaine stated. “This

  house is not ready for shit yet.”

  Devon also stood up and shook Blaine’s hand, “You got it.”

  “Well, Dane, have fun.” Blaine smiled. “And happy hunting.”

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  Chapter Two

  Five months later

  “Yes Devon, I understand that.” Dane rubbed his face and

  groaned into his cell phone. He sat on his motorcycle in the

  middle class district of town hoping to hear some news of what

  was going on. So far all he’d heard were rumors. “But right now,

  you need to understand that no one is talking. They are all just

  assuming that the girls ran away.”

  What Devon said next, he didn’t hear. Crossing the road right

  in front of him was a girl he never saw before and she took his

  breath away.

  She was about five-five in height; tight, worn blue jeans

  hugged her like a second skin. The t-shirt she wore also looked

  like it had seen better days as did the shoes on her feet. She had

  wheat color hair that reached to the middle of her back and the

  way she walked spoke that she was the kind of girl no one

  messed around with.

  He watched her walk all the way into a small grocery store.

  Only when the door closed, did he come back to his senses and

  realize that he had lowered the cell phone, had his mouth opened

  slightly, and was holding his sunglasses down on the bridge of his

  nose.

  Okay, so I bet I look like a complete ass right now. “I’ll call you

  back, Devon.” He hung up, swung his leg over the bike, and went

  in the same direction as her.

  Traffic, it seemed, decided to go against him right then. The

  crossing light changed and a shit load of cars decided to proceed

  across, which made him crossing during the light completely

  impossible.

  Patience wasn’t a strong quality for Dane; he didn’t have any.

  When he wanted something, he tended to want instant

  gratification and didn’t give a damn how he got it. And right now,

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  he wanted to be in that store with that girl, finding out everything

  he could about her.

  When the light finally changed to green, he pretty much ran

  across the street. He also knocked some woman over when he

  tried to run in between two women for the door.

  The second he walked in, everyone stopped what they were

  doing, turned, and stared at him. Dane took a deep breath, pulled

  his glasses from his face, and glanced around. He knew he

  looked out of place. Hell, he was out of place.

  A nod towards the clerk behind the counter and he was

  moving to the right, looking down each row of food for the one girl

  that he just had to see again.

  She was breathtaking. The way she chewed on her thumb as

  she looked over the food had him stopping in the middle of the

  isle, just staring at her. When she bent over to pick something up,

  her hair slipped over her shoulder and Dane wanted so much to

  go over and catch it and press his face into the long silk and take

  in her scent.

  “Can I help you with something?”

  Dane jumped and turned. The man from the counter was

  behind him, looking at him as if he was about to steal something.

  Quickly, Dane looked back at where the girl was, only to see she

  was gone now.

  “No, thank you,” Dane answered the clerk, moving away.

  He found her at the counter, talking to someone he knew,

  Tracy Port, a girl he once dated a very long time ago. Now, she

  was married and working here it seemed.

  Slowly, Dane made his way up to the counter, his eyes never

  leaving her. Okay, maybe they looked her over, but he sure as

  hell wasn’t going to let her out of his sight yet. Nothing like this

  had ever happened to him before. He had never felt like this

  before.

  Sure, he had lusted after the girls and got that, ‘I have to have’

  feeling, but this time it was different. It all felt different. This time,

  he didn’t just want one night with her, he wanted many nights.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t extend the credit anymore,” Tracy told the

  girl. “Max was very clear about your account.”

  “Tracy, if I don’t go home with something my father is going to

  kill me!” Dane heard the desperation in her sweet voice. “Can’t

  you do something?”

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  “I wish I could,” Tracy sighed.

  “Here, let me.” Dane didn’t think, he only acted. He dug into

  his pocket, pulled out some cash and handed it to Tracy. “Let her

  have whatever she needs. I’ll cover it.”

  “Thanks, but no thanks.” Her mouth, her sweet full lips thinned

  out in a smile that spoke of embarrassment.

  “I insist,” Dane nodded to Tracy, who quickly bagged up the

  food. He took it and handed it to her.

  “Thanks, but I—” Her face reddened, but she surprised him by

  taking the bag. When she looked up at him, Dane knew, without a

  doubt, that he was just knocked on his ass by a woman he knew

  nothing about.

  The bell on the door rang again, and this time, a young girl

  came rushing in. She ran right up to the counter, breathing hard,


  looking panicked.

  “He’s coming,” she panted to his mystery girl. “He knows

  you’re out of the house.”

  “Shit,” the girl gasped.

  Without saying a word, she took the bag and ran out of the

  store with the younger girl right next to her. Dane was about to

  follow, but stopped when Tracy spoke behind him.

  “You might as well forget about that one, Dane.”

  Dane tore his eyes from the door and looked back at Tracy.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I know that look.” Tracy shook her head and leaned forward

  on the counter towards him. “And that is not the kind of girl you’re

  going to get for one of your famous one night stands.”

  Dane took a deep breath and grinned. “Tracy, I don’t do that

  shit anymore.”

  She snorted, “Since when?”

  “Who is she?”

  “Oh no!” Tracy shook her head and pushed herself back up

  straight. “I’m not helping you with your next conquest. Forget it!”

  “Tracy—”

  Again she shook her head. “No. N.O.”

  “Come on. Don’t make me beg, because you know I will,” he

  chuckled.

  “And why would I help you?”

  “Tell you what, you help me out by giving me all the

  information on her, and I’ll help your husband out with the stock

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  market before you two go so deep in debt, that there will never be

  a way for you to get out of it.”

  “How did you know about that?”

  “Honey, that’s my playground. I know all the players, and just

  for good measure, the stock he’s looking into now is about to

  crash.”

  He saw her chew on the inside of her lip and it took a hell of a

  lot of will power for him not to smile.

  “Fine, but you better stop him tonight.”

  He picked up a pen, took one of the napkins, and wrote down

  one of the best stocks that was about to climb. Once finished, he

  folded it up and waited for her to talk.

  “You know, you’re a real shit.”

  “I know, now spill.”

  “There isn’t much to tell about her really. Her name is Samara

  Tabor. Her father pretty much keeps her pinned up in the house,

  especially with all the girls that have gone missing and all. Her

  sister, Makayla, does most of the shopping. And like many of the