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Eddie backed Micola’s car out of Kate’s driveway, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him. Despite her grief and fatigue, she was still beautiful. He’d felt a rush just being near her, but it was painfully obvious she didn’t feel the same. She wanted nothin’ to do with him. Somehow, he had to change that.
Every time he thought about Sal fuckin’ everything up, it pissed him off. Marco was one thing. He’d been stealing, and none of them had any idea how much. Big mistake for not watchin’ things more carefully; for trustin’ his crew too much. That would never happen again. So, Marco? He had to go. No question.
But the kid...
He shook his head and hit the steering wheel as he turned onto Payne.
His thoughts drifted back to Kate. Even in her sweatpants and robe, without makeup, she was sexy. Beautiful.
It’ll be a long damn time before his dream became a reality.
His plan was to keep checking in on her. Get her back on his good side. He was confident that would work. His plans always worked, and he always got what he wanted. Just not always when he wanted.
For Kate, he’d wait forever.
