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these things out for me. I also have a lot of favors that need to be returned. I’m going to start calling on them.”
    I stared at Sal. If I let him leave without getting the information I’d come for, I might not ever see Raina or Cole again. He’d most definitely call and warn them. “Why should I trust you?”
    “Because as much as I know my life is over, I want my sister’s kids to live on. I know all about your club and what you’re capable of.”
    I smiled coldly. “No, you don’t know what we’re capable of and that’s why you’d better not fuck me over.”
    “Don’t worry. I won’t,” he replied, swaying slightly.
    “Fine then. Since you’re hell-bent on drinking yourself to death, make sure you get me the info before you get that far.”
    He grunted. “I’ll do my best.”
    “Just do it,” I snapped before leaving the apartment.

Chapter 16
     
     

     
     
    It was shortly after two a.m. when I saw a black pickup truck pull into the driveway. Frightened, but determined to confront Justin, I bent down and watched from the window as he shut off the lights and headed toward the house carrying a bag of fast food. When I heard the key turn in the deadbolt, I hid inside the pantry and waited as he entered the house, whistling.
    Trying not to lose my courage, I listened as he made his way through the living room and into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, I raised my gun and stepped out. He had his back to me and was searching in the refrigerator for something.
    “Would you like a bite to eat?” he asked in an amused voice. “I ordered a lot of food.”
    My heart skipped a beat. “How did you know I was here?”
    “Your perfume. I recognized it the moment I entered the living room,” he said, closing the refrigerator. He walked over to the counter and began pulling out food from the bags. The smell of bacon and French fries made my stomach growl.
    “I didn’t put any perfume on today.”
    Justin unwrapped one of the burgers and licked some ketchup from his finger. “Then it must be your shampoo or something. Whatever it is, it gave you away. Next time you’ll know to be more careful.” He grabbed a French fry and shoved it into his mouth.
    Hating the mocking tone, I cocked the gun. “Let go of the food, raise your hands in the air.”
    “But, I’m hungry, and believe me, you won’t like me when I’m hungry.”
    “I don’t like you now.”
    “I’m definitely feeling that vibe, Princess,” he replied, a smile in his voice.
    “Call me that again and the only thing you’ll be feeling is a coffin. Now get your fucking hands in the air!”
    Sighing, he did what I asked.
    “Now, sit down,” I said, nodding toward kitchen table.
    “Can I bring my food?”
    I stared at him incredulously. I was threatening him with a gun and all he could think about was eating. “Seriously?”
    “Of course I’m serious. It’s been hours since I’ve eaten and my food is going to get cold and mushy. I didn’t pay twenty dollars to see all of it go to waste.”
    “Oh, well then by all means, don’t let me stop you from stuffing your face.”
    “You want a burger?” he said, ignoring my sarcasm. “I have an extra double-cheeseburger with bacon and the works, if you want it.”
    “I don’t want anything.”
    “Suit yourself.” He grabbed the food and brought it to the kitchen table where he sat down. “To be honest, I’m glad you’re here, although I don’t know how you made it inside. I had extra locks put on all of my doors.”
    “Your patio slider was unlocked.”
    He sighed. “Dammit.”
    “You of all people should know to be more careful,” I said dryly. “Prez.”
    He unfolded one of the burgers, which was dripping with grease. “I guess I should. My mind had been on other shit lately.”
    “What do you mean, you’re glad I’m here ?” I asked, ignoring his comment.
    Not answering, he stood back up.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “Getting something to drink. You