Twenty-Four
Knox POV Tonight’s been one hell of a ride. I got slapped, yeah, that happened. First time in my life. In my defense, she distracted the f**k outta me. I always say please. Always. But Red? She had me so turned around I forgot my own damn manners. Glitch got it worse, though. Took Hex out back for a quick f**k, strutted back in lookin’ like he’d just won the lottery, then forgot to say please when he asked for a drink. That slap? Brutal. I think Hex left a handprint on his cheek. Then he had the balls to call her a raging b***h. That earned him another one, harder. Before anyone could blink, he was dragging her back out of the club like a man on a mission, half her clothes already off. Their relationship? It’s a damn explosion waiting to happen. Every time. Red’s still behind the bar, t
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