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One day he’ll put you in a goddamn hospital, then maybe six feet under. It’s always a fucking long story. You say that word, and I’ll put that motherfucker out of commission. One fucking word, and it’s done. A man that hits on you is no man at all. If he’s disrespectful to you, he’s no man at all. He fucks around on you and you’re his, he’s a goddamn moron and no man at all. You got that, baby doll?”
    No he was not sitting here giving me a lecture on domestic violence and good men? If I heard correctly, he was a womanizer, the president of some biker club, and of course they always cheated on their significant others. And just the other day this brute just insinuated I could ride his dick.
    No, the fuck he did not .
    I turned my cart, looked over my shoulder and replied, “Yes, Pastor. I got it.” Then I walked away, but not to get my groceries, but to get the fuck out of there.
    Despite all his gall and hypocrisy, my body was on fire, and I needed to cool off immediately. Hopping in my car, I sped to the other side of town to do my shopping with so many thoughts attacking my mind. What was he even doing around that area? I heard that the Guardian’s headquarters were on the other side of town?
    Shit, it didn’t even matter. My face had to be red from all the intensity in his posture and his voice. And don’t even get me started on those fucking eyes. Liquid silver . I even surprised myself, leaving him the way I did. That goatee, that hair, and those goddamn water-colored grey eyes. I wanted to grab his ears, pull him down, and shut him the fuck up with my mouth and tongue. He really would have liked that.
    Asshole .
    The crazy part about the incident was that Razor seemed to come from a place of genuine concern. It was almost as if he was directly acquainted with the aftermath of domestic violence. It bothered him, which was even sexier. He was a big, strong man, and a biker at that, so it could be assumed that he would not be above smacking the shit out of a bitch.
    Maybe not .
    As I was walking around the grocery store, I had the distinct feeling that I was being followed. Quickly turning around, I saw no one there. My cell phone vibrated in my sweatshirt jacket. The caller ID read Dad .
    "Hello?" I tried to feign innocence.
    "Young lady, how are you?" My dad's voice was stern, which meant he knew I was here.
    "I'm fine, dad. How are you doing?" I tried to stall.
    "You're in town?"
    "Yes."
    "And you weren't planning to tell me? I have to find out that you're singing at Wiley's and then I find out someone laid their hands on my daughter from someone else?!” Yup, the man was seething.
    I could hear the quake in his voice as I’ve heard it many times before. It was never good. It was actually deadly.
    “Dad, I’m fine. The guys took care of them.”
    “No one. And. I Mean. No. One. Lays their hands on my daughter.” He paused before each word.
    Yup, heated.
    “Dad, sorry I didn’t tell you I was in town. Mom reached out, so I came to spend some time with her. Wiley called and asked if I could stop by and sing, so I did. No biggie. I was going to come and see you, but I wasn’t sure about your schedule. When are you free?”
    “The boys took care of them?” He repeated.
    “Yup, both of them were sent to the hospital and nobody saw anything.”
    “Good.” He paused. “Good. When are you free?”
    “Well, the question is, when are you free?” I laughed. “Should I call your secretary?”
    “No, you tell me when I can come by or when you can stop by, and we’ll make it happen.”
    What in the world ?
    Phillip Mills was making time to see me. Something was up.
    “Okay, dad. How about on Monday?” I suggested, because this weekend I’d be with Shay and Lori.
    “Okay, we’ll text the details.”
    “Cool,” I agreed.
    “Love you baby girl.” He hung up.
    Yup, something was up.

Beat-Down
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    Saturday night, Justin called me because he heard I was singing in town. When the