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Chapter Twenty

Tanner was waiting on Quinn the deck of the massive white yacht they were about to board. She didn't even give the boat a second glance as they walked up the ramp. She had been on yachts many times in her life, and they were all the same. Personal bar, personal chef, lots of drinking and brown leather seating throughout. Honestly, modern apartments were better looking than the interior of the yachts were. It was just mainstreamed to be impressive because they put all of it onto a boat. She, however, did not care. The only part she really enjoyed was the drinking and the views and she did not intend on drinking.

When they reached the top of the boat Tanner pulled her into a desperate kiss, one deep with passion on his end. One she tried her best to mimic.

Ian did not try and hide his smile as he kissed her lips not knowing where they had been 20 minutes ago.

"Babe, I'm so glad you're here." It was evident Tanner had been drinking already and she considered turning around and leaving but decided against it. She needed to refocus on him, she needed to forget about what she'd just done with Ian. It could never happen again; it was a moment of weakness.

"Hey babe." She smiled at him as they walked further onto the boat through the sea of people.

"Sorry we were late." She said looking back at Ian. "Traffic." His lips turned into a smirk, and he slowly looked away from her as if there was something more interesting on this boat.

"Don't stress. We're doing a docked party."

"Oh." There goes her view, she was considering drinking again.

"Come on, I want you to meet some people."

Tanner grabbed her hand and pulled her to the opposite side of the boat. She didn't ignore that he hadn't mentioned the way she looked, she just didn't bring it up. She had plenty of praise in the back seat of Ian's car just minutes ago.

Tanner stopped in front of a group of three people, three people who did not ignore her body at all.

"This is James." He was about 5'8 like Tanner, bleach blonde hair, and brown eyes. He was another polo boy carbon copy in Ian's eyes.

"This is Chris." Chris was different, he was slim and about 6' his hair was black and cut into a faded style.

"And this is Jenna." Jenna was petite model skinny, about 5'4 with long straight black hair. Her body was on full display in a tiny red bikini, but that wasn't what Quinn noticed at first. What Quinn noticed were her brown eyes, looking through her directly at Ian.

"Guys this is-"

"Daisy." Quinn interrupted. "Daisy Mae."

Ian knew exactly what that meant, Quinn was going to drink tonight, and she was not comfortable with these people knowing who she was.

"And this is Lee, family friend." She stepped aside so that they could see him, even though he was noticeable above her head already.

Ian had removed his shirt at the car, so everyone was getting an eyeful of his muscles in all of their glory. At least that was what Jenna was focused on, as well as Tanner who looked to be angered by his build.

Chris and James were focused on the bit of a gun sticking out of his holster.

"9?" Chris nodded towards the pistol and Ian nodded his head.

"Get any range time with it?" James asked.

"A little." They were fully unaware he had killed people with that very gun and that he was prepared to do it again if they looked at Quinn the way they did when she arrived again.