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“You know who should watch him? And don’t kill me,” Razor added, smirking. “Taz.” A loud groan sounded. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But think about it. Taz is wild as shit, unpredictable on a good day, but when it comes to protecting kids and women, the man is possessed. You want that kind of crazy in case shit goes sideways.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s got a point,” Savage grumbled. “Fuck, whenever that asshole is around, it takes weeks to figure out what he’s fucked up.”

“You think I want him around here when Scarlett is going to have our baby?” Rogue griped; his eyes spit fire, and his jaw clenched hard. “The shit he’ll have the girls into will be enough to have me kill him, let alone him trying to help Scarlett.”

Ink chuckled at that. “Karissa and Glitch can keep him occupied.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes it so much better,” Rogue snapped. “Those three together are a fucking pain in the ass. I still don’t know what Karissa did with some of my tools before he left, and I don’t know that I want to know.”

More laughter.

Savage banged his gavel. “Alright, we’re getting off track and I have shit to do tonight. And it sounds like one of them is asking Simba to send Taz here during the trial. As much as I hate it, I agree it’s a good idea. Ink, you’re claiming Naomi and Asher, and that means they’re part of us now. We do whatever it takes to keep them safe. As we get closer to the trial, we’ll make a plan. She might not trust us completely yet, but by the time this all goes down, she’ll know the Dragons MC has her back.”

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NAOMI

TWO WEEKS LATER

She was going to murder him. Slowly. Painfully. Or maybe she’d shoot him and just be done with it. Then again, she was smart, she could figure out a way to do it and make it look like an accident.

Or even just natural if she could find the right supplies …

What was that stuff Diego used one time against one of his rivals? She could probably find the memory, but that would make her suspect number one if they ever found out.

Damn it. Where was Taz when you needed him?

Now she had Vulture—or Viking Daddy, as the twins have been calling him since he arrived—and he’s not as fun as Taz. And definitely not as willing and wild.

Unfortunately for her, he was up on the roof on lookout, and Glitch was the one in the apartment with her. She was also the one trying her best not to laugh her ass off watching this scene unfold.

Ink had allowed Asher to “explore his creative side” and cover his entire body, hair, clothes, and carpet in paint. Then, in a panic, he attempted to get it all cleaned up and wash him in the sink, getting paint everywhere and water all over the floor.

Asher was laughing hysterically, enjoying himself.

Ink—stupidly, because he clearly wasn’t using his brain today—was trying to brush it off, saying it would all wash out and be fine, giving her a big charming smile, like that made it all better.

He’d clearly forgotten she was already fuming because he left the toilet seat up again and she’d fallen in. She was sure the screech that ripped from her had been heard across the grounds.

On top of all that, she started her period today.

The perfect trifecta to plan a murder. She was starting to see why women became old cat ladies.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to get this all cleaned up,” he rushed out, trying to reassure her. His gaze flicked to her jaw, where a tic was forming. His eyes widened slightly and his smile froze. “Babe, you good?”

“Good?” she repeated, voice strangled. “Good?”

“Idiot.” Glitch scoffed. “Naomi, don’t kill him. Yet. Murdering a man in front of your son probably isn’t a good plan. How about you come with me, and we leave the boys to get everything cleaned up? I think you need some girl time.”

“Wait, you’re going to leave me to clean everything up? Alone?” Ink demanded, shocked. He took one more look at her face and retreated a step. “Right, never mind. I got this. I’ll call in the prospects to help me if I need them. And, uh, yeah, I got Asher too. You go have fun.” He shooed her away, his paint-covered hands dripping onto the carpet again.

Naomi just walked out the door.

She and Glitch were silent as they headed toward the clubhouse, until they were halfway there and Glitch started laughing. Naomi glared at her. “Sorry, sorry,” Glitch gasped out. “But that was fucking funny. I thought you were going to blow your top, and I’d have paid to see it. I bet you’d be a tornado if you exploded.”

Naomi didn’t deny it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually been angry over something small and mundane. Being on edge and so careful when she was under Diego’s thumb, she never allowed herself to show emotion. He always used it against her.

It felt strange to be normal. To not worry that anything she did was going to be used against her. Of that, she was sure. Her and Ink living together was showing her it was okay to be upset or annoyed over things, and Ink wouldn’t hold it over her head.