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Chapter 144 - A man on his knees

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Zero

The bottles rattle as the fridge door slams shut with more force than I intended.

But fucking hell, what the fuck did I do in my previous life to get such a fucking shit run with women.

I pop the cap and take a long swig of the hop in my hand.

My head drops onto the fridge door, the bottle dangles from my fingers as I think of how fucked this day is.

“Zero.”

Closing my eyes, I try fucking hard to control my anger and not lose my shit on the woman standing by the kitchen door calling m
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Zero really is a zero. And Quinn gets what she deserves. A zero of a man.
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    Sienna He stares at me for a long time. I don’t know if he’s contemplating what he should say, or just thinking about how much he hates me, or what the hell he was thinking when he married me, or whatever goes on in that mentality of his.“Sienna,” he says my name again. This time, at least, he doesn’t call me Taylor. “What did you do?” he asks the question, but we both know it’s more of a statement than a question, because he knows what I did. He knows who I went to see.“I asked Aliyana for help.”“What kind of help?” he inquires, leaning against the wall.My gosh, when did he become so hot? Well, he was always hot, but now I just see something so dangerous about him. It brings out something in me, something I thought was dead. Fuck, fuck, fuck.“I actually don’t know what I asked her for, but Marco and I are going to have a conversation about it tomorrow, just before we go. And then we can decide what we want to do.”He frowns at me. “What

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    Hannah "Cadence asked if I'm going to the fair this weekend. I said I'd ask. Can I go momma?." Jo got her hands on either side of the red plastic trolley, her feet are balanced at the bottom while I push her around and do the shopping. Most of the kids in Kanla do it so I don't stop her. After

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    Hannah What is life with no regret, what is a beaten soul without remorse? What defines you better than experience? Isn't that what it is all about. The rights and wrong that make us, the scars that riddle our end with memories that shape us into who we are. I watched him for longer than I should

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    Hannah The motorcycle club pushed the gangsters out and kept any riff-raff from entering Kanla since. The bikers never really kept to themselves. From the first day they rode into town, it was never a secret that they lived here. Some of them have since opened businesses. Others were building

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