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simply lose my fucking mind if someone so much as looked at her wrong.

I pull back and watch as Rachel sits frozen with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. She is so fucking beautiful.

“How do I say no to that?” she asks softly.

“It’s simple,” I say. “You don’t.

I sit back down satisfied that I got my way.

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“You really don’t have to come inside,” Rachel says, as I park the car into the mom-and-pop restaurant.

So, maybe I’ve been complaining the whole trip over here, but it’s only because I didn’t want her outside of the clubhouse.

“I’m coming in,” I say.

“You know that Becky is going to give you a hard time.”

I know she is. I’m ready for it.

I get out and grab Rachel’s chair from the trunk.

“I’ve been thinking of getting you a sticker for the back of this thing,” I tell her when I open the door.

“Oh yeah?” she smiles. “What, may I ask, will this sticker look like?”

I wait until she’s in her chair and situated before continuing.

“I was thinking one large enough to cover the entire back part of your seat,” I say. “Maybe something with my face on it and ‘property of Ink’ written in bold letters. What do you think?”

She tosses her head back and laughs.

“That might not work for a couple of reasons,” she says through her giggles.

“Why not?” I ask in mock shock.

“Well, for one, it would crinkle and ruin every time my chair is folded.”

“Fair point,” I say. “What’s the second reason?”

“I usually have my backpack back there, so no one would even see your sticker.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to rethink my plan,” I say. “But I still think it’s a fantastic idea.”

We make our way into the restaurant to meet the demon sister.

“Be nice, Sammy,” Rachel says as we head toward our waiting guest. “She’s only here for today and she’s heading back home. She’s been on vacation and stopped by on her way back.”

“How far away does she live?” I ask, hoping she says Egypt.

“About four hours.”

I internally celebrate. Becky has every right to be angry with me, but that doesn’t mean I want to put up with her shit on a daily basis. Even before my dumb teenage ass ruined what I had with Rachel; Becky was a bitch towards me.

“I can hear that party going on in your head,” Rachel says. “Just be nice.”

“I’m always nice,” I mutter as we get closer to the she-devil glaring my way. “Do you think it’s too late to call in a priest for an exorcism?” I ask.

Despite the glare that Rachel is now throwing my way, she laughs.

“Hey big sister,” Rachel says as we reach the table. “I’ve missed you. How was your vacation?”

Becky smiles and leans down to hug her sister.

“It was good,” she says. “It was a nice break from the constant phone calls. I’m still so sorry that I didn’t answer when the hospital called.”

“I told you not to worry about it,” Rachel tells her. “I wasn’t ready at the moment to let you know anyway.”

I’m standing behind Rachel when Becky finally looks up at me. Knowing that I need to make my intentions clear, I place my hand on Rachel’s shoulder.

I’m not going anywhere; I silently tell her. No matter what you say.

“Sam,” she says curtly.

“She-devil,” I respond.

And so, the night went. Constant glares from both women. Becky’s glare told me that she hates my fucking guts and Rachel’s glare saying, be nice.

I was nice. It’s not my fault that the she-devil can’t take what she dishes out.

Other than that, I sat back and let the girls enjoy their visit. I kept an eye on my surroundings and made sure that my woman had a good and safe time with her sister.

Nothing strange happened. No one approached or left any notes on the car when we left. No one was watching and everything went smoothly.

Or so I thought.

Chapter Eighteen

Rachel

It was wonderful getting to spend some time with my sister. When she isn’t spending her time in Florida with her phone off, we actually talk every single day. My sister and I are very close.

Especially since we don’t really talk to our parents anymore. It’s not because something drastic happened, but because we just grew apart. I know it sounds unusual, children growing apart from their parents, but we did.

So, Becky and I have always been close. I hate that we live so far apart from each other but that’s the way life works sometimes. We moved to