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“There was another woman there. And some guy. They must’ve helped.”

“Just random people?”

“No...” Fuck, I don’t want to say this. “The two women looked similar.”

His mouth drops open. “They were sisters?”

“I think. They argued like they were.”

Something twists in my chest.

My brother and I used to argue like that.

I shove the memory away.

“And the guy?”

“He left with the woman. Why?”

“Just establishing the cast.”

I glare at him.

Doesn’t stop him, though.

“She basically kidnapped you... and introduced you to her family!?” He howls with laughter.

“This isn’t funny.”

I should stab this fucker with my knife.

Unfortunately, I need him to drive me.

“The hot chick is the one who stitched you, right?”

I nod. “She said she did. I don’t know if the other one helped her.”

I don’t say any of their names. That’s too personal. And this asshole will run with it.

“You really are Hot Lips. You met a sexy woman after a hit gone wrong—ow!”

I punch him hard in the leg, not caring that my side—and the rest of me—are screaming for mercy.

He rubs his leg and continues. “She kidnaps you, stitches you, and introduces you to her family. Who may have helped with the kidnapping, stitching, or both. You don’t know because your pussy ass was unconscious—OW!”

I hiss from the pain. “That punch to your arm... worth it.”

He rubs it, finally going silent, and stares at me.

It unnerves me.

Beck’s a fucking motormouth.

Why the hell isn’t he speaking?

I’m the one who cracks and opens my big mouth. “What?”

“Nothing.”