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so damn sweet it knocks me off my feet. I feel my cock growing and I snarl a curse. I have no problem getting hard when thinking about her, but when I try to move on, nothing. I told her to move on, one day I’ll have to do the same.
    Acid runs through my veins at that thought. I fuckin’ can’t imagine anything worse than thinking of her with someone else. It fuckin’ burns. I sit up and let my thoughts take me back to her, and that gorgeous little body with those beautiful breasts, that perky ass and those sensual lips. I close my eyes and I can feel her beside me, touching me, kissing me, stroking me. She made everything ok. Everything.
    I jerk my jeans down and grip my cock, fuckin’ hate doing this. Hate that I have to use my own hand because I can’t get it up for anyone else. Of course I can’t fuckin’ get it up, I’m in love with a woman I can’t have and I can’t get over that. I stroke up and down, grunting as pleasure jerks through my body. Fuckin’ hate this, but I love that for a moment I’m with her and it feels ok. It’s a moment, but it’s everything.
    I stroke gently, picturing those full lips smiling up at me as she puts her tongue around my cock. I pick up the pace, feeling everything inside me tense as pleasure rises up my shaft ready to explode. I remember the sweet feeling of driving into her wet flesh and that’s my undoing. I grunt and begin spurting come all over my stomach. I open my eyes and stare down at the white mess. I close my eyes and shake my head, sighing. I’m fucked up. The best I’ve got is to wank myself stupid because I have nothing else.
    Pitiful. That’s all I am. Pitiful.

 
    CHAPTER 7
    WILLOW
     
    “Willow, you can’t go down there!”
    Rusty is holding my arm, but I am not listening. I know who they’ve got down there and I want in. I want in like yesterday…
    “Let me go Rusty, or I’ll hurt you.”
    He snorts. “Not gonna happen.”
    I launch my foot backwards and hit his shin. He roars with pain and stumbles back, letting me go long enough to lurch forward and through the door. I bolt down the stairs and into the basement of the old warehouse the boys are in. Danny is tied to a chair, squirming. When his eyes fall on me, he looks almost pleadingly at me.
    “Willow! Help me!”
    I actually throw my head back and laugh. Ace snarls a curse and Angel orders me to leave but I don’t listen. Instead I storm over and I punch Danny so hard in the face that his head jerk backwards.
    “That’s for my wasted years.”
    I hit him again, blood spurts from his nose.
    “That’s for all the blood you shed that wasn’t yours.”
    I hit him again and his lip splits.
    “And that’s for Jagger.”
    He roars a curse and jerks in the chair, Angel and Ace are staring at me with gaping mouths. Yeah, I can be bad ass when I need to be. Danny deserves everything that’s coming for him.
    “You do as they ask, because I swear to god I will end you Danny. I’ll put a bullet in you right now and end you.”
    “Fuck you, slut.”
    I yank the gun from Ace’s hand and press it to his temple.
    “Do you think I ’m kidding? I have lost my heart, my life and everything I lived for. He was everything to me. I don’t care about you. I hate you. Seeing you swim with the fishes is fine by me.”
    “No,” he rasps, eyes wide. “No, please. I’ll help.”
    I step backwards and run my fingers across the cool metal of the gun.
    “Are you done?” Ace whispers in my ear.
    “Just needed to get that out of my system, thanks, I feel great.”
    Angel snorts, and then goes back to Danny.
    “So, you can see we aren’t kidding. Now you tell me where Jagger’s next gig is and how we can get in.”
    “You can’t get in,” Danny spits. “You can’t unless you’re a fighter or VIP. It’s too risky to let the public in.”
    “You’re a fighter Danny,” Ace smirks.
    Danny’s eyes widen. “No, I won’t do it.”
    “How much do we have to pay you?” I snap.
    Danny stares