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Swaying my hips to the music, I do my best to stick out my tits and shake my ass. Bending over and then tossing in some exaggerated hair flips.

I’m halfway into the song when he hits the button and silence fills the room.

“Half-chub. Maybe three quarters. You have potential, but you’re starting on the bar line running drinks. Keep practicing and you’ll clear four figures a night. Talk to Christine about scheduling. You’re on B rotation.” He digs a cigarette out of his sweaty polo shirt pocket. Pointing the smoking ember in my direction, he waves me towards the door. “I dig the hair.”

“Thank you.” This has to be one of my most embarrassing moments.

Well, nothing beats leaving Brody at the wedding reception, but this is a close second.

FOURTEEN

JAX

Dust rolls from the tires of the trucks as they pull into the abandoned quarry north of Vegas.

Nikolai and I sit in his black Hellcat, waiting for them to roll up next to us.

The air conditioner barely keeps up with the sultry one hundred and ten degree sun.

I can feel the heat radiating through the roof into my head. At least he has cooled seats that keep my balls cold.

When they’re sweaty, I get cranky.

“How many crates did Frankie send?” Nikolai asks me without looking up from his phone.

“Enzo said a fuck ton. This is going to suck ass.” Mikhail sent us with a small fleet of cargo vans to move the guns through the city without bringing suspicion.

But it means we have to move every single one of them from one rig to the other.

“It used to be we would be here to protect a shipment from the Reapers. Now, we’re here just as extra workers.” Nikolai slips his phone into his pocket and checks the chamber on his pistol. “Gun fights were more fun. But peace is good.”

The only time I get to rumble lately is in the boxing ring.

When we open the doors, the wave of intense heat almost knocks me back into my seat. “Damn, can it get any hotter?” My curly hair lays limply across my forehead.

“Just wait until we’re in the back of those containers. Like an oven.” Nikolai shakes his head as he hoists me into the cargo bay of the first truck.

Enzo made it easy with his inventory app. I scan each crate before dragging it over to Nikolai to load into the smaller vehicles for distribution.

Like a regular big box store for weapons.

I’m sweating so badly, my eyes are blurry when I finally get to the last box. Nikolai pulls it out as I jump down onto the dry dirt.

My junk is sticking to the inside of my thigh, and it makes me want to punch something.

“Viper’s tonight? Alexei said he could meet us there.” Nikolai wipes his palm through his short brown hair, making rivulets run down the back of his neck. “I could use a cold drink.”

I glance at my Rolex.

Shit.

“Sounds good. Let’s blow off a little steam since I have that bachelor party thing tomorrow.” There’s a part of me that really doesn’t want to go, but it’s not every day I get the opportunity to get to know a brother I didn’t know I had.

Nikolai’s blue eyes narrow. “Are you sure you can trust this guy?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, ‘cause we’re upstanding citizens and all. I gotta give him a chance. Blood should count for something?”

Maybe.