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this gave me nothing.
    “You don’t care,” Darius declared,
and I focused on him again.
    “Care about what? I mean, you
aren’t telling me something I don’t know.”
    “Care about your brothers, your
dad, your friends worried about you.”
    I felt something unpleasant slither
through me. Something that forced me to ask, “Has Lee shared with Indy?”
    “No,” he said firmly.
    I liked the firm, but I needed
more.
    “Eddie with Jet?”
    “No, Ally. No fuckin’ way. They
tell their women what you’re doin’, those crazy bitches will be all over
gettin’ in on the act. You think those men want their women involved in this
brand of shit? That is, when this brand of shit doesn’t hit them when they’re
actually not doing anything to buy
it, rather than doing what you’re doing, which means doing something that might
buy it.”
    No. I didn’t think that.
    So good.
    That secret was safe.
    And it was a secret for precisely
that reason.
    I could sense danger, and stay away
from it, but that didn’t mean I didn’t court it. And the Rock Chicks had had
enough of that. With their track record, there would probably be more. I didn’t
need to be the one to bring that down on them.
    Not to mention, if I did, Lee,
Hank, Eddie, Vance, Luke and Mace would lose their badass minds, and I really didn’t need that shit. Badasses
were a pain in the ass to deal with. The Rock Chicks didn’t agree, but then
again, they were getting orgasms regularly given to them by said badasses, and it was my experience that colored a woman’s
thinking.
    But it was more. I liked doing
this. It was mine. And the Rock Chicks would be all over getting involved.
    Doing this wasn’t a fun diversion
for me.
    It was something else.
    I just didn’t get what it was, so I
was riding the wave until the cosmos shared that intel with me.
    And I was getting off on it.
    “Fuck me,” Darius murmured.
    I’d lost focus on him again, but
when I went back to him, I saw him eyeing me but shaking his head.
    “What?” I asked.
    He stopped shaking his head and
locked eyes with me.
    “The what is you’re you. You’re
gonna do what you’re gonna do. What you’re not gonna do is do this shit not
knowin’ what the fuck you’re doin’.”
    I opened my mouth to speak, but
Darius shook his head again and kept talking.
    “I get that you need this to fly
under Rock Chick radar. And I really need
this to fly under Rock Chick radar.   Those motherfucking men will flip right the fuck out if their women get
a hint of what you’re doin’, get involved and that somehow blows back on me. So
we’re keepin’ this under radar.”
    I was down with that.
    I just didn’t know exactly what he
was talking about until he told me.
    “I’m talkin’ to Zip. On the down
low, we’re takin’ you in, gettin’ you a weapon.”
    Oh shit.
    Zip owned Zip’s Gun Emporium. I’d
been there. Zip was old. Zip was cantankerous. Zip was also a hoot. And his
shop had all any badass needed to kit out his badassness and make it lethally badass. I loved his shop. I had
a stun gun, Taser and a variety of mace delivery systems I’d bought in his
shop.
    Zip’s place also had a firing
range.
    I wasn’t sure about carrying a
weapon, though. I could stun gun with the best of them, but a real gun?
    “Darius, I—”
    He lifted a hand. “No, woman. No fuckin’
way. You’re in a bar like this, you come in carryin’. But you come in carryin’
and knowin’ what you’re doin’. I know your dad taught you how to handle guns.
But before you go out packin’, you’re gonna shoot at Zip’s and you’re gonna do
it a lot. We’ll talk him into openin’ the range after hours so you don’t get
seen there. And you work with your weapon so you’re so comfortable enough with
it that it feels like an extension of your arm. You understand it. You respect
it. You know what it can do. And you know how to use it.”
    That sounded kind of exciting, but
I didn’t get to tell him that