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The bass vibrated through Hec’s floorboards, shaking the air thick with cheap beer and the plastic scent of Halloween masks. Rory 'Ro' Murphy leaned against the kitchen counter with his lads—Finn, Pax, Hec, Jax. 'Would ya look at that?' Finn whistled toward the dance floor. 'Jules looks unreal.' 'Fit as hell,' Jax grinned. 'Paint-splattered overalls? Killer.' Pax laughed. 'Artsy vibe. Makes a lad wanna get messy.' 'Oi, stop drooling,' Hec smirked. 'Out of your league.' Ro’s grip tightened on his drink, jaw flexing. She’s mine. Weeks of secrecy, but tonight, watching her dance in that paint-smeared get-up, every eye on her? His temper snapped. 'Ro? You good?' Pax asked. 'Peachy,' he muttered, pushing off. Jules didn’t see him at first, twirling with Ava and Lena, hair wild, cheek…