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glower at him, neither of us looking away while the prez says, “The rest of us, our primary job is watching each other’s backs and holding on to our territory. You hear of anyone receiving a threat—or if they’re acting like something’s off—you come to me. The Barracks strip joint is closest to the Eighty-Eight’s old territory so we’ll keep our strongest presence there, and I’ll reach out to the Coyotes. All right?”
    With my gaze tangled up in Jack’s, we both add our “Yes, boss” to the chorus going around.
    “Then unless there’s anything else, we’re done. Blowback, with me.”
    “I’ll be right there,” Jack says before leaning in, his voice deep and low. “What time you heading home?”
    Home. Where he’s going to fuck me. All night.
    Everything inside me winds up hot and tight, but I keep my answer cool and easy. “I’ll be there by nine.”
    “Then so will I.”
    A second later he’s up, joining the prez and heading out of the conference room, and I’m resisting the urge to grab my beer and gulp it down. Nine o‘clock. Two hours.
    Two hours until Jack Hayden is inside me.
    “Hey, Zoomie.” Stone drops into the chair Jack just vacated. I must look a little dazed because he says, “You all right?”
    “Yeah.” Of course I’m fine. Just on my way home, where I’ll let Jack fucking Hayden fill me up with his big thick cock— Oh, shit, that sounds so freaking hot.
    God damn it. I shouldn’t be wet already. Worst lay ever. That’s the goal.
    “She’s lying.” Gunner joins us, sitting back on the edge of the table. “We just got hit with the biggest fine the boss ever laid on anyone, and that’s after it’s split in half. She’s reeling.”
    “Only with relief.” I force my head out of bed with Jack and reach for my beer. “I thought it might be worse.”
    “Worse?” His eyebrows shoot up. “You mean taking your colors?”
    “Yeah.”
    Stone chuckles like I’m joking. “Not you. The prez likes you too much to yank your patch.”
    That sticks right in my throat. “What does that mean—he likes me so I won’t ever get thumped? I’m his fragile little doll so he has to protect me?”
    “Shit. Fragile little doll? I can’t believe you let that asshole get to you.” The enforcer bumps the leg of my chair with his boot, but I get the feeling he’d rather kick my head and knock some sense into me. “The prez respects you. Can’t say he felt the same for Val. Am I right?”
    He looks up at Gunner, who nods. “Hell, yeah. The only one who goes out of his way to protect you is Blowback.”
    Right. I choke on a laugh. They laugh, too, but theirs sound different from mine. More like “that poor, sad bastard” laughs than “wasn’t that a good joke?” laughs.
    I stare at them in disbelief. “You guys are serious.”
    Stone gets a gleam in his eyes as he leans in. Oh, shit. I know that look. He’s found a way to poke at me so he intends to have fun doing it—and that means Gunner will be joining in. Clowns, both of them.
    “You don’t think so?” He glances at the scar on my arm. “Seems I remember when you got that little graze, the next second Blowback’s charging in like a white knight to pull you out of the line of fire.”
    I was ready to joke right back, but recalling how that went down still pisses me off. “Are you freaking kidding me? He was coming to pull me out because he thought I fucked it up. That I compromised my position. He obviously didn’t think I could finish the job.”
    Stone’s eyes narrow, like he’s considering that. After a second he shakes his head. “I don’t buy it. He always has your back.”
    “Oh, like yesterday? Gunner knew enough to stay out of it. I wasn’t getting into that ring until Jack mentioned my injury. He gave me no choice but to prove I could throw down while I’m hurt.”
    He cocks his head and pulls back a little. “Okay. I can see that.”
    But Gunner’s grinning. “I only kept quiet because I