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death about everything and wear ugly ass granny
panties beneath her sexy little clothes.
    I guess I would never know.
    And that is what sucked the
most.
    My option for finding out what was
between us was gone.
    Slater was sitting at the booth, which
was surprisingly vacant… He barely looked up when I slid across the
cheap vinyl seat. I picked up a beer, not knowing whose it was, and
took a long pull. Then I took another.
    If I hadn’t known beforehand that
Slater was undercover, I never would’ve guessed he was a cop. He
had closely cropped dark hair, dark eyes, and a square jaw. A
brooding and arrogant air surrounded him at all times. He fit in
well with this crowd. He looked like he belonged on the streets
with them. Slater barely spoke and gave the impression he barely
paid attention to anything but beer and women, but I knew
better.
    He hid a sharp and cunning mind beneath
his streetwise exterior.
    I drained the rest of the beer and set
it down on the table, slouching back against the booth. Slater
glanced at me.
    “ What the hell was that?” he
said.
    I did a quick scan of the area around
us to make sure none of the crew was listening.
    “ They’re in the bathroom,
cleaning up Dom’s face.”
    I smirked. He was a pansy ass. I still
wasn’t sure how he became the quote-unquote “leader” of the
organization here, but somehow he pulled it off.
    “ I can’t believe you went at
him like that,” Slater said, picking up a beer and taking a sip to
cover the fact he actually spoke a long sentence.
    “ She’s off limits,” I said,
no room for debate in my words.
    Slater studied me. “Gets messy when you
work on your own turf.”
    I didn’t say anything. But he was
right. Working undercover in the same town I lived in posed a whole
new set of challenges to go with the others I already
faced.
    “ That display of temper
actually bought you some points,” Slater said around another large
gulp of beer.
    I tipped my chin as I spoke.
“How?”
    “ You went right after the
boss. No fear. Most guys—especially new ones—try to prove
themselves.”
    “ I ain’t got nothing to
prove.”
    Slater’s lip curled up on the side.
“Not now you don’t. Word of advice?”
    I spread my palms wide, inviting the
advice.
    “ Don’t do it again. He’s the
kind who wants strong people around him, but if he thinks you’re
going to try and take over, you’re out.”
    I let those words sink in. A couple of
the crew members came back to the table, giving me apprising
stares. I kept my body relaxed, but inside, adrenaline pumped
through me, putting me on high alert.
    One of these lackey’s might decide they
wanted to “prove” to the boss that they got his back by coming
after me.
    The ring in my lower lip stung and
irritated me. I didn’t know how people with fifty piercings did it.
I suppressed a sigh. This was just one more thing to suck up for
the job.
    Dom came out of the crowd and stopped
to talk to a few people at a nearby booth. He picked up one of the
beers and saluted the table, then turned his eyes toward
me.
    He sauntered over, his lip looking nice
and swollen. He was going to have a black eye too. Good. He
deserved that and more.
    He slid into the booth next to Slater,
who barely even glanced at him, and slung his elbows on the
table.
    “ Give me one reason I
shouldn’t beat you down for what you pulled.”
    I tried to look bored. “Last time I
checked, I wasn’t on your payroll.”
    “ You’re at my
table.”
    “ I’ll stay out of your way.
You stay out of mine,” I said and slid out of the booth to
stand.
    “ Sit down,” Dom
ordered.
    I suppressed a smile. He was a
predictable tool. As much as I hated it, having Julie here tonight
had actually helped me.
    I glanced his way but didn’t sit
down.
    “ Why are you here?” he
asked.
    I gestured to the room around us. “This
is a club. I came to party. Saw my man Slater”—I motioned to him
and he grunted—“and decided to come say hello. I