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"That's what ninety percent of my clients say, especially the men." She laughed softly. "Ironically, most of my returning clients are men. So, that's a pretty good record if I do say so myself."

She grabbed his wrists and guided him to the bed. "Sit. I'll lift your legs and put your feet on the bed."

Skye dropped to her knees and worked on the laces of his boots. That was the last straw. He grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to her feet.

"Get out." He turned her around, grabbed her bag, and ushered her to the front door.

"What did I do?" She stumbled, trying to keep up with him. "Can you stop and let me talk?"

"No."

"Dio." She dragged his name out in a long whine. "What have I done? You're acting like you're mad at me."

"Look at you." He let go of her and opened the door. "You can't run around dressed with your ass hanging out and your tits—"

"The bitch you were with on your birthday was dressed like this, and that hadn't stopped you from getting a blow job." She crossed her arms, making her breasts overflow her bra. "Come on, Dio.I've been running to you for most of my life whenever I needed you. Can't you see that I'm no longer a little girl."

"Yeah, princess. I can see. I'm seeingtoomuch of you." He glanced at her breasts and looked away. "You need to leave."

"Why?"

He opened the door. "You're going to get me killed."

"What?" She laughed. "How?"

"Your dad will kill me if he knows you're here." He pointed and waved his finger up and down. "Looking like that."

She gawked at him. "This is practically my second home. You've always welcomed me here. My parents sent me here when I was younger. No one is going to kill you. You can't be serious."

"Dead-ass serious." He met her gaze.

It physically hurt to deny her anything. He'd start a war to protect her. But he was late to the party. Something wild was going on with her and he had no idea what to do with the woman who stood in front of him.

She'd gone through her rebellious stage when she was thirteen years old. He had no clue what hit her now at twenty-one.

"Dio, you know I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too, princess, but you must go home."

She stepped closer, wrapped her arms around his middle, and pressed her body against the front of him.

"You don't understand. I want—"

The rumble of an approaching motorcycle drowned out the rest of what Skye was saying. He stepped over to the window and gazed down the driveway. Skye followed him, refusing to let go of him.

When the lone headlight turned off, he groaned. "Your dad's here."

He extracted himself out of Skye's arms. His torment would end. Maverick had every right to kill him for all the thoughts and fantasies going on in his head. Maybe dying would put him out of his misery.

"Skye, look at me." He waited until she looked up at him, hurt written all over her face. "None of this is your fault. Do what your dad says."

She frowned. "What isn't my fault?"

He walked out to the living room and opened the door. Skye followed, hanging back as if they hadn't exchanged words.

Maverick approached them. He had no more time to warn her that their lives would change. There was no way Maverick would welcome him around his family anymore, nor would he want Skye around him.

His MC brother went straight to Skye. "Are you okay?"