Dear Diamond

She wasn’t mine to claim—I knew nothing about her. But then our eyes met… She danced on stage, exposed in more ways than just her lack of clothing. I expected to see lust. Instead, I got anger, hatred, resentment. She was in deep with the company I’d escaped, and my presence at Club Swank made me guilty by association. But I refused to let them have her. I’d protect her at all costs. After all, they owed me. Dear Diamond is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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Chapter 12: Nikki

I stepped past him and then put my back to the brick so I could see the corner where Sam would stop. He turned to face me, pinning me with the same heated stare we'd shared inside. Clearly, he didn't get that I wasn't interested in whatever he was peddling.

"I don't do drugs," I informed him. Leaving the emotion out of my tone kept the needed distance between us.

The son of a bitch smirked. "Neither do I."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure you don't." I believed that almost as much as I believe in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.

He crossed his heart and held up three fingers like he was some sort of modern-day fucking Boy Scout. "Never touched the stuff."

It was easier to remain aloof if I wasn't lost in his brown eyes. I let my gaze linger on the stop sign where Sam should have been waiting. "Probably best in your line of work."

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