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if you’re afraid of spiders, then you’re afraid. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, I hated the fuckers, too, and we got a lot of them at the junkyard, considering most of the cars we got were trashed before they even got towed to us, so I could understand her fear.
    “So you work at Fosters’ candy shop? I know the Fosters. They were real nice people.”
    “Oh, yes. How did you know?”
    I had the urge to smirk as I answered her question.
    “I didn’t take you for a tattoo girl, so it was my best guess. Let me walk you over so you won’t be late or in case I need to explain to Mr. Foster what happened.”
    “Thank you, Range, I really appreciate that.”
    Considering we were only about twenty feet from the front of the candy shop, it was unnecessary to walk her, but for some reason, I didn’t want my time with Clover to end. She was beautiful in an exotic sort of way. Different from the other women I had known in my life—and believe me, there were plenty. They all wanted one thing: a taste of the bad boy; a walk on the wild side. And I was more than happy to oblige. Women wanted my cock from the time I turned fifteen, and they had no problem asking for it. I was no longer the dirty kid with too small clothes and a bad case of lice. Buck saw to that. My time spent in the junkyard had honed my body into a well-oiled machine and the girls took notice. I never forgot the reaction I received from them when I first started middle school, turning up their pretty little noses and refusing to sit next to me. I never forgot how it made me feel, and I was determined to make them feel just as bad as I had one day. Yeah, I fucked them all, each one who wanted it, but it was on my terms. I humiliated them in the worst ways I could think of. I would make them get on their knees and turn the other way, only fucking them from behind. I would wait until I was just about to come, then pull off the condom and jizz all over their backs and in their hair, smearing it around and making sure it stuck to their clothes, then make them walk home that way. Yeah, I got my revenge, and I’d never felt so good.
    “Thanks again for everything, Range. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along to save me from the monster.”
    “It was my pleasure, Clover. I hope to see you around.”
    With a quick nod of her head she was off to work at Fosters’, and I was on my way to take care of business at my pride and joy. Yes, I would see her again. I was going to make sure of it.
     

CHAPTER 4
    Clover
     
    Despite all the chaos from a few minutes ago, I still made it to work on time as usual. The Fosters greeted me with warm hellos and smiles, and my mood shifted to release the last little bit of panic I’d previously felt. Satisfied I would make it through the rest of the day, I relieved myself of my purse and quickly retrieved my apron and hair net, securing them into place. Even though I didn’t work much with the confections, I was still required to wear one due to the health codes and general cleanliness of the store.
    Today’s task was a simple one: prepare the molds for the special truffle order we had to deliver the next day. Most of the time, the candies would just pop out once they were chilled and hardened, leaving the molds clean as if they had not been used at all. But on occasion, some of them had to be delicately washed by hand due to a miss fill or spill, which is where I came in.
    Eager to start the day, I couldn’t help but think about the poor stranger I assaulted while trying to save my own life from that radiation-zapped creature. Of all the stupid things I had done in my life, this had to be the worst of them by far. Jesus, he could have killed me by slamming me into the ground with just a flick of his strong, muscled arms. Speaking of arms, I thought I would die from another reason entirely when I looked up and saw that hunk of a man staring back at me. His hair was long and wavy, blowing in the