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way, he walked over to the sink, and poured himself a much needed glass of water.
    “Since when are you concerned about the way I treat the girls we bring here?” He countered Ty’s question with one of his own, and having downed the glass in one go, slammed it down on the sink.
    “Since you made it pretty clear that she is not to be shared. Fuck, Ren, you treat the working girls better than this, and we pay them well. She’s not one of them. You know that. She was terrified when she came into the kitchen and saw us all here. I’m pretty sure she expected us all to jump her or something, and had it not been for your earlier order we sure as fuck would have done. Your girl is fucking hot, after all.” Ty nodded when Ren smiled grimly at that.
    “Anyway, Josh was moaning about being hungry and the next thing we know, she’s asking us if you like pancakes, and if you’d mind if she made some.”
    Ren didn’t like where this was going, and the fine hair on his neck rose when Ty gave a short laugh.
    “You can imagine what Josh’s response to that was. The man only ever thinks with two things, his Johnson and his stomach. Needless to say his stomach won out, and he all but ordered her to make them. She still hesitated, wanting to know if you’d mind.”
    Ren swore softly, and Ty rolled his eyes.
    “Yeah, you get the picture now, I take it. Anyway, she got to cooking, they tucked in, and fuck, I tell you, that girl makes a mean pancake. They’re some still in the oven to keep them warm, so go eat them, and then you’ll see. We were all having fun, until you turned up with a giant stick up your ass and go all caveman on the girl.”
    Ty fell silent, seemingly letting his words sink in, and when Ren sighed and opened the oven door, he continued.
    “She wanted to make you fresh ones. Otherwise, she’d have been down there already with those ones.”
    Picking up the oven gloves Ren took the little plate piled high with pancakes out of the oven, and his stomach rumbled loudly when the delicious smell hit his nostrils.
    “They sure smell good.” He murmured the words under his breath, and then closed his eyes, as he took his first bite.
    “Told you, they’re fucking good, right?” Ty’s gruff voice softened slightly with hidden laughter, and sure enough, when Ren opened his eyes it was to see his second in command openly smirk at him.
    Ren flipped him the finger again and carried on eating. The flavor and fluffy texture exploded on his taste buds. He savored every mouthful, until his gaze fell to the mess on the floor, and his appetite left him.
    Arms crossed over his wide chest, Ty stood right in the middle of it all, and Ren pushed the plate away with a sigh.
    “All right, I admit it, I fucked up. But the girl is my property. She’s not here on freaking vacation and we don’t pay her to cook us breakfast, so…”
    His words trailed off, as Ty’s expression grew murderous.
    “That’s bullshit, and you know it, Ren. I’ve never seen you act like that around a bit of pussy.” He smirked when Ren shot out of his chair.
    “Don’t you fucking call her that!”
    “Why not? That’s exactly how you treated her after all, which would be all fine and dandy, if I hadn’t been there when you took out that Brian fucker. This was personal from the start, and as a result, we’re gonna have weeks of clean up in front of us, not to mention a fucking turf war. The Priestly asses had it coming, but you can’t tell me you’d have been this bothered about a turf violation, had it been any other chick involved.” He laughed when Ren kept quiet and glared at him. “Yeah, thought so. You’ve got it bad, boss, and that’s why you’re taking your shit out on her ass.”
    Ren continued to glare at Ty, and it was on the top of his tongue to refute the other man’s ridiculous accusations, but Ty knew him better than anyone. They’d been through too much fucked up shit, had shared too many women, killed too many