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Especially Eagle-eye. "What was that?"

"That guy. He was at the auction. He was the one bidding against Animal."

Animal frowns. "Was he? I didn’t get a good look at him from where we were sitting. That’s the same guy that was with Crusher at the Roost the other night. He looked a little slick to be an Unwanted, but fuck, I don’t know ‘em all on sight, do I?"

"Fuck," growls Eagle-eye. "Motherfucking goddamn… I should'a fucking just asked you first. You're sure it's him?"

I nod, shivering a little at the memory of his cold eyes focused on me. "Definitely. He scared the crap out of me."

"Under our fucking noses,” Eagle-eye snaps, steel grey eye sparking with fury."

Badass and Animal step forward at the same time. "Who is it?"

"Fabbri. Alessa passed me some pictures of their lieutenants for me to look over when I sent out some feelers to make sure we weren’t getting double crossed. There hasn’t been much noise from them since the business with that Dario fucker, but Giancarlo Fabbri is this fucker's name, and if he's hanging out with the Unwanted, we can’t rule out that they are trying to build up again using that shit club as a cover.”

Animal literally snarls. "Just give me the word, Prez. I’d love to fucking shred those mob fuckers. They're coming for us? We'll fucking show them who rules around here."

I half expect Badass to talk him down a little, but instead he just nods, his hand resting on the grip of the gun in his belt. The way the guys treat me, it can be easy to forget that they're also deadly. But there's no doubt about that now, with the cold hardness in their eyes.

"He was talking with Crusher before I was brought out, too." The memory comes back to me in a flash.

"And you didn't think to mention it after he showed up at the Roost that night?" Quickshot glares at me.

"How am I supposed to know who’s important or not? I saw a whole lot of people and I had other things on my mind. I didn't think there might be something more about him until I saw this picture." I glare right back.

Surprisingly, Quickshot is the one to back down. "You're right. Sorry. Fuck. It's just, if we'd connected the fucking dots earlier, we could've been done with this shit already. It's not your fault."

"So how about it?" asks Badass, putting his meaty fists onto Eagle-eye's desk and leaning over it. "Is it time?"

Eagle-eye's brows tighten. Even with Badass's massive form hovering over the desk at him, he doesn't look bothered at all. Miriam looks worried, but she stands behind Eagle-eye, waiting to hear his decision.

Faith comes over and puts her arm around me. “Worried?”

I nod.

“It’ll be okay. You’re one of us now. You and your sister both.”

“Church in an hour, pass word to everyone who can get here. If they think they can slither around in the muck and not catch our attention, they’ve got another think coming. Now get the fuck out of here so I can make some calls.”

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Fuck,finally. Something's going to fucking happen, and I'm going to personally make sure Crusher has a very sudden and unpleasant encounter with my fist.

That is if I don't fucking blow his head off first. Can't punch what's not there.

"What do we do now?" Natalie looks up at me, craning her head backwards. We're sitting on my bed, her between my legs, facing out with my arms around her, keeping her close. My hands drift regularly to stroke the sides of her tits, and it takes just a little longer each time before she bats them away. "Wait? I'm not good at just waiting. Too much jittery energy."

"Only fucking natural," says Badass, who's sitting right across from her. "I'm like that before every fucking raid, and it's been a few over the years. Here." He takes her hand and places it on his chest so she can feel his heart beating. Mine is too, but fuck if I know whether it's the pre-raid jitters or just her.

Jesus, who'd have thought she'd be the girl to run off with my fucking heart when I bought her.

"How do you deal with it?" She looks between us, leaving her hand there even after he takes his away. Her fingers stroke in little circles, exploring his chest.

"Honestly?" Quickshot eases back in his chair and spreads his legs a little. "Jerk off. I need that post-nut clarity to keep my gun hand steady."

Natalie looks at him like she's waiting for him to laugh. He doesn't oblige, 'cause he's dead fucking serious.