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Axel My alarm had gone off a good twenty minutes ago. I would need to get up soon. I was supposed to meet with some of the guys so they could fill me in on the clients I would be responsible for. But Lizzy looked so peaceful, and I simply didn't want to wake her up. So even though it was probably pretty creepy of me, I lay there watching her sleep. The quiet didn't last much longer, though. Tats came through the door as though he was a damn bull charging at a matador. "AXEL, BRO…" Lizzy set straight up, allowing me to move, grabbing an empty soda bottle that had been left on the coffee table and threw it at Tats' head. Unfortunately, he caught it before it could hit him. Lizzy looked around, slightly disoriented a moment before her eyes landed on me. "What time is it?" Taking a quick glan