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threatened them, he’d succeeded. 
    It was something that Becca wanted to do in her own bar when she had one. She hadn’t known it would be her goal when she’d first walked in as an eighteen-year-old needing a place to work—and sleep—but Dante had taken her under his wing, and she’d blossomed. 
    It had been over twelve years since she’d stepped foot in the place, and she was ready to move on. She’d finished high school through online courses, and despite the fact that she struggled in school, she was almost done with her masters in business management.
    She’d scrimped and saved and was ready to finish school and start her own life.
    She knew Dante would have given her the money to start on her own—he was like that—but she wanted—no, needed —to do it on her own.
    “Becca? You okay?” Nadie asked as she walked up to her at the bar. Petite and blonde, Becca always thought her friend looked like a fairy. Considering that fairies were probably real, Becca wouldn’t be surprised if that was actually the case.
    “I’m fine, just getting ready to finish my shift,” she replied. The place was dying down since it was almost ten on a weeknight, and there was no game tonight. Luckily Becca didn’t have to close down, so she could leave soon.
    Nadie smiled then grimaced as her face paled. Becca reached out to catch her friend as she fell, but Dante was faster. She had no idea how he got over the bar so quickly, but before Becca could blink, Dante had Nadie wrapped in his arms, the concern on his face terrifying.
    “Let me go,” Nadie whispered, unmistakable hurt in her tone. “I’m fine, Dante.”
    He rubbed her shoulder slightly then nodded. His own face paled slightly as the color seeped back into Nadie’s.
    “What happened?” Becca asked as she cupped Nadie’s cheek. Nadie, like the rest of the women she called family, was one of her best friends. There was no way she’d let Nadie go without an explanation.
    Not again.
    “Just a little lightheaded,” Nadie said, her voice holding no room for questions.
    Screw that.
    “You’re lying. What’s wrong?” Becca tried to pull her friend closer, but Nadie pulled right back.
    “I just didn’t eat enough to day. I’m fine. In fact, I feel better now. I should just head home.”
    “Nadie…”
    “Becca, stop. I’m fine.”
    “I’ll drive you home,” Dante said, his voice holding no room for argument.
    Nadie rolled her shoulders then turned from Becca to face Dante. “Don’t bother. I’ll just drive myself. I live only a couple blocks away, something you know.  I’ll be fine,” she repeated.
    Dante furrowed his brows and looked as if he were about to cup her cheek then stopped himself. Damn, these two were going to kill her with their unsettled issues.
    Though in reality, she wasn’t one to talk.
    “Fine, if that’s what you want,” Dante said then walked away without another word.
    Nadie seemed to struggle for composure then gave Becca a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Stay safe.”
    Becca watched as her friend left the bar, leaving an upset dragon in her wake. Nadie didn’t normally come by on a weeknight since she would have to work in the morning, there had to be something more to her being there but Becca wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Thank the gods Dante liked her because she was not in the mood to figure out how to tame him.
    If there even was a way.
    Someone called out to her, and she got back to work. She made it thirty minutes before cutting herself on a broken glass.
    “Fuck.”
    “What the hell did you do this time?” Dante asked as he pulled out the daily-used first-aid kit.
    “Just cut my finger,” she answered as she put her finger under a stream of water. “It’s not deep.”
    “So no stitches?” He pulled her to the back of the bar and sat her on a stool before taking a look at the cut. He was getting too good at taking care of her.
    “Nope. At least I hope not. I’m not in the mood for another