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presence, I would get no rest.
    What am I going to do with her?
    And then something caught my eye from the coffee table. Someone had dumped a bunch of skittles on it. Candy was on my table. Not on a plate or in a bowl, but just sticking and staining the clean surface. And even odder, the skittles were divided into five piles based on color—red, yellow, green, orange, and purple.
    I gestured to them. “What the fuck is that?”
    Fuji cursed under his breath.
    Mary Jane mumbled, “Skittles.”
    “Why are they on my table? And why did you divide them?”
    “That’s how I eat them. I take them out of the bag, sort them by color, and then eat one pile at a time, making sure I don’t mix them up.”
    “Are you OCD or something?” I asked.
    “I’m not OCD. I just do things completely right and in perfect order.”
    “Sounds like OCD to me.”
    “I’m not really. I just have odd habits. Like sometimes, I go into people’s medicine cabinets and alphabetically rearrange everything in it. It’s called organization.” She winked at me.
    Jesus. What am I going to do with her?
    Her damn voice sliced through my only peaceful moment. “So, you’re a healthy eater?”
    I said nothing.
    “I see you have the whole Buddha statue.” She gestured to it. “And then, it looks like there’s a mat. So, do you get your yoga on, too or just meditate?”
    More silence.
    “I think it’s dope that you’re not just a scary guy. You have character. You’re working on yourself.” She gave me a thumbs up. “You’re like working on reaching a higher state of consciousness. Peace and prosperity. I’ve been thinking of meditating, too.”
    She was a goddamned anomaly.
    How long is she going to talk?
    Her next words cracked a little. “Can I go?”
    Rage built in me.
    “Fuji, go outside and guard the door.” I stalked over to Mary Jane.
    “Umm.” She backed up.
    I stood directly in front of her. So close. Her scent hit me first—something with flowers and a subtle hint of vanilla. Her breasts appeared even bigger close up. Even more soft. Plump and firm. I might’ve stared at them longer than I should have. I might’ve considered how good my cock would feel, slipping between those melons and disappearing.
    Her caramel skin had to be soft too. It had a glow that made me think of silk sheets. And those damn eyes. I bet that’s what had Fuji acting so stupidly. She looked so innocent and sweet. She had those big, old doe eyes that probably made most men want to get lost in them.
    How many guys have been lost in you?
    Fuji disrupted my thoughts. “Boss? I can handle her. I swear.”
    Look at the fat man. He’s trying to protect her. What the hell did you do to my soldier, Mary Jane?
    I didn’t look away from her. “Why are you still in here, Fuji?”
    He might’ve been stupid, but not dumb enough to say anything else. What had gotten to him? Why couldn’t he handle this damn woman? In fact, she never should’ve gotten in the club. My men were soft on women. If Mary Jane had been a guy, we’d be burying his ass in the woods on Proctor Road.
    What am I going to do with her?
    I kept my focus on Mary Jane, inhaling her fragrance even though I knew I shouldn’t. There was no need to check over my shoulder to see if Fuji had left. Her face told me that he’d gone.
    Fear flooded her eyes and her bottom lip shuddered. She guided her view over me. “Please, don’t kill me.”
    I leaned my head to the side. “What should I do, then?”
    “Let me go.” She jumped when the front door slammed close. “Please, I won’t say anything.”
    “How do I know that?”
    “I could. . .I could sign a contract. I could do a blood promise. You could take down my address and threaten to come back to kill me or something.”
    “You said you heard gunshots.”
    “Did I? I don’t remember that.”
    “Interesting. It must be your amnesia blocking out that memory.” I walked in a circle around her. Part of it was a scare tactic. The