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“Don’t worry.” I laugh. “I think you’re safe. I didn’t even know you knew it was my birthday.”

“Even if I hadn’t looked it up on my own, I would have found out from Delaney. I received a very interesting phone call from her.”

“Oh god,” I groan. “What did that crazy bitch say?”

“She basically told me she was throwing you a party at DD’s, and if I didn’t show up, she would personally hunt me down and stab me in the balls with a needle over and over again until they looked like a used voodoo doll.”

“I’m so sorry.” I can’t help but laugh as I adjust my dress. “I swear I don’t know where she comes up with half the shit she says.”

“It’s all good. I’m glad you have someone like that in your life.”

“Me too.” I smile softly at him. “Ready?”

Matteo returns my smile. “Fix your sex hair, and I am.”

Goddamnit.

Chapter

Fifty

MATTEO

The last place I want to be at is DD’s.

But it’s Wren’s birthday, and I haven’t seen her in almost a week.

Now that I’m back, I didn’t intend for my first time with her to be against the employee lockers in the breakroom, but I couldn’t fucking wait to take her. When I saw her across the room, dancing so carefree, every fucking guy in the room had their eyes on her, praying that her little black dress would either ride up a little or dip down slightly. They want parts of her that are meant for my eyes only.

That’s when I saw red.

I don’t fucking dance.

But I found myself storming toward her. The next thing I knew, I was claiming her. Was it possessive? Yes. Do I fucking care? Absolutely not.

I can’t believe that she got that too. It has to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I should spank her ass for not telling me about it beforehand.

“Who did the tattoo?” I casually ask. It’s been killing me since I saw it.

I can feel Wren looking at me, but I stay focused on the end of the hall. I can’t afford to see the answer that I’m not wanting to fucking hear written on her face. It’s going to piss me off.

I grind my teeth as she answers, “Ink did it.”

I tilt my neck to the side, cracking it in hopes of relieving even a sliver of this tension.

It was Ink.

It was just Ink.

“Oh.” I try to respond calmly, but my tone sounds scary, even to me.

“Is that okay?” Wren asks. I can hear the hesitation in her voice.

“What do you think, Wren?”

She stops at the end of the hallway leading back to the bar and turns to look at me. “It was just Ink! I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”