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right in Ty’s eyes, which brought him neatly back to the woman currently chained up in their cellar. He hovered outside the locked door, on his slow painful progress toward the kitchen
    Which camp did Jeanette fall into? She’d seemed genuinely puzzled at his reaction to her living in Priestly territory, and why that should be a problem. No one was that naïve, surely, not with Myrtle as her sister, and living where she did. Ren’s deep rumble galvanized him into action. The boss was back then and would no doubt be able to answer some questions for him. The kitchen door opened, bringing with it the most enticing smell of chicken, and Ty’s stomach made its presence known.
    Ace smirked as he held the door open for Ty.
    “Good to see you up at last, man, and hungry, too, from the looks of it. I was coming to check on your wounds. How you holding up there?”
    “I’m fine, all present and correct. That’s some neat stitching.”
    Ace shrugged and gestured to the chair he must have just vacated, and Ty gratefully slumped down.
    “Ty.”
    Ren’s concerned gaze ran over him, and Ty mustered a grim smile for his oldest friend.
    “I’m good. Like I said to Ace, no need to fuss. Ouch, that hurt.” He swung round to glare at the medic, who’d pulled up his shirt, and was probing the wound in his side.
    “Stop being a pussy. Just making sure this holds. You ought to be all right to keep the bandage off it, now, but I’m gonna redo your hand.”
    Ty frowned at the zigzag wound winding across the fleshy part of his palm. That, too, had needed stitches.
    “Flex your fingers for me,” Ace said.
    Ty flipped him the finger instead, and everyone in the room laughed.
    “Smart fucking ass. You’re lucky it didn’t cut the tendons.” Ace stepped away to grab the first aid kit they kept in the kitchen, and with sure, deft movements proceeded to bandage his hand up again.
    “There, only a light dressing, to protect it, and come to think of it. Let me do that to your side, too. Lord knows what you’ll get up to when you actually get to see the cunt in the cellar, so…”
    Ty glared at him, but, before he could say anything, Susie plonked a steaming bowl of soup in front of Ty with so much force the contents slopped over the side.
    “ Pumpkin.” Ren’s voice held a note of censure, and, sure enough, Susie blanched, dipped her head, and grabbed a cloth to mop up the spill.
    “Sorry.” Ty almost didn’t catch that murmured apology, and Susie froze when he grasped her wrist with his uninjured hand.
    “Let it go, sweet thing. I said I’d sort it.”
    “If you can’t be civil about this, I suggest you leave, pumpkin.”
    Susie bit her lip and shook her head, and sighing, Ren held out his arms and Susie rushed into his embrace.
    Ace rolled his eyes at the display, and Alex and James grinned around their last mouthfuls of soup. There was no sign of Josh, who was presumably on door duty at the club. Huntly had employed more bouncers since things kicked off with the Priestly Brothers, but at least one of the Cleaners was usually there to supervise.
    “Have you decided what to do with her yet?” James asked, while getting up and putting his empty bowl in the sink. “That was delicious, Susie, as always.” He smiled at the woman huddled in Ren’s arms, and she offered him a wobbly smile.
    Little Susie was so not happy, and that made Ty’s guts twist anew. He hated being the cause of any distress to her, but the whole lot of them had to realize and accept that Jeanette was indeed his to do with as he pleased, and that he’d had his reasons for going into that estate with her.
    He sipped his soup slowly, to give himself time to formulate an argument that wouldn’t come across as though he was being led around by his dick.
    Ace and Ren had both been at the club, after all, and had witnessed the chemistry between him and Jeanette firsthand, as had Susie, of course.
    Crossing his arms over his big chest, James waited until