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CHAPTER ONE: Darcy's Pov "You don't have to be a dickhead all the time Shawn" I glared and his laughter rang out as he served the customer he was flirting with before I intervened. The blonde didn't seem like she was against his mindless flirting. If anything she looked like she would be willing to follow him home tonight, I shook my head diverting my attention from the scene and focusing on my task. My bar was everything to me, it wasn't fancy but it was everything I had ever wanted and dreamed of. I have always wanted to own something I can call my own, something I built from scratch. That wasn't given to me by anyone. A distant memory buried deep inside stirred and I struggled to school my expression as I stared at the glass of whiskey placed in front of me. I lifted my gaze and found Hazel, one of my employees, wink at me as she sauntered off with an empty tray. I had known what that meant, someone had bought me a drink but wanted to stay anonymous. Stu

CHAPTER THREE: Darcy's Pov They didn't see me coming and that was okay, I yanked the one punching Shawn back with force, he raised his blood-coated fist to do the same with me but he hesitated and that was enough for me to twist his wrist until I heard a crack then I flipped him over my shoulder. He cried out in pain but I ignored him glaring at the rest who looked confused. "What the fuck is this about?" I demanded angrily. The bar was almost empty now and it made me pissed because my bar is famous around here because it's peaceful. We have never experienced this kind of violence before. "This jerk stole his woman" One of them with a tatted baldhead replied and they dropped Shawn who landed on the ground with a heavy thud as they turned towards me. I'm outnumbered, it's five of them, one currently nursing his broken wrist and the rest in front of me. The one with the gun hanging on his belt moved forward and eyed me and I did the same with him. It was e

CHAPTER FIVE: Seth's Pov Her eyes widened for the third time now as she heard me call her fake name, her pretty red lips parted in shock then shut again. "If I find out you are lying to me, I will kill you" She threatened and walked away. I smirked watching her talk to her employees, probably telling them to evacuate the bar. She hasn't changed a bit. That pretty copper hair tied up in a ponytail, her curvy body still exquisite as I remembered. She doesn't remember me though, not that I expected her to, it would complicate things for me. I was supposed to take her a few weeks ago, after stalking her in the shadows for a month now I found myself changing the plan. I didn't want to rush things, I wanted her to follow me willingly and I'm thankful I finally got what I wanted. Father would be pleased. But there is one problem though, she has a son. When did that happen? Was that why she ran away? My jaw clenched as I imagined her with another man. The thou