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WELL…SHIT

Strong arms wrapped me in a vise grip the second Ryan and Gunner disappeared back down the alley. Caleb’s firm chest warmed the side of my face as he pressed me into it. Cedar and soap invaded my senses. His scent comforted me in a way I didn’t want to examine. His fingers tipped my chin so that we were staring into one another’s eyes.

“What did he say to make you cry?” he asked.

My brows furrowed in confusion at the menace in his tone. Why was he so upset? I pulled back, putting space between our bodies.

“Are you pissed that I was crying? I’m sorry that I’m not always an unfeeling bitch,” I said hotly, pissed that he’d caught my moment of weakness. Apparently, a crying Ryan triggered my own feelings.

His lush lips pulled down at the corners, his eyebrows mimicking the movement. Embarrassment heated my cheeks at my outburst, because the confusion on his face made it clear that he wasn’t upset because of that.

Rough fingers tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “That’s not why I am upset, Scar. I want to know what that ass said to you that made you cry. Did he comment that you were wrong for this lifestyle?” he asked, tone soft. Caring.

“Like being with all three of you?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. And the minute it was out, I wanted to shove the words back into my mouth. It sounded like I was insinuating that all four of us were in some type of relationship.

And we weren’t. Were we?

“Stop whatever doubt is running through that brilliant mind of yours. That’s not the lifestyle I was referring to. But yes, Scar, you are ours. As in all three of us.” The words rang true, sending warmth pooling in my center.

“But back to that asshole. Did he make you feel guilty?” Caleb pressed.

“No, not guilty.” I paused, chewing on my bottom lip, wondering whether I should bring up the fact that Gunner had made me feel suspicious. “Something about him feels…off.”

A squeal slipped when Caleb hauled me up into his arms. Large palms gripped each of my ass cheeks as he dragged me up his front. A jolt of pleasure shot through my core as my pussy brushed over his bulge. The man was fucking hung even when not hard.

My head swam, and my body acted on instinct, my legs instantly wrapping around his middle while my arms circled his neck.

“Stop moaning like that, Scar,” he gritted through his teeth. “We need to have a talk, and I’m not going to be able to concentrate if all I can think about is sinking into that warm, messy cunt of yours.” He pulled my lobe into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

Because that was going to help calm my libido. It was taking all my willpower not to writhe against the hardened peaks of his abdomen. Although I didn’t really have to, because they were rubbing against my clit with each step he took as he carried me toward the couch Kenji was sprawled out across.

Kenji let out a grunt as Caleb deposited me on top of him.

“Hold her for me because I’m two seconds away from fucking her against the closest surface, but I have shit I need to say.” Caleb huffed as he adjusted his cock. “Not helping, Scar. Stop staring at my dick like you’re going to devour it.” His words were gruff, but the undercurrent of desire was clear. It wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.

He must have seen my intentions on my face because he turned his back on me, walking as far away as possible while still within hearing range.

Niko laughed. The man had been uptight the entire time Ryan and Gunner had been around, sitting like an unmovable statue. “We’ll fuck you after Caleb tells us what he needs to,” Niko said, lounging back in the chair, finally able to relax.

We all turned our attention to Caleb, whose large hand ran over his handsome face. Worry lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes, setting off warning bells in my head. Kenji had the same impression because he lifted me off his lap and sat up.

“Our timeline is being pushed forward now that we know Maxim is involved with Mario. When we get back, we have to take him out. Rowan is already aware,” Caleb stated.

“There’s no way that Ryan is going to let that stand, so she can take him out for us when she takes out Mario,” I stated.

The sigh that Caleb let out had me on edge. He knew something I didn’t.

“She might want to, but I doubt she’ll be able to kill anyone. Even Mario,” he admitted, clearly conflicted. “That guy she’s with isn’t a one-percenter. He’s playing on. His name is Greyson McGregor, and he’s undercover FBI.”

He was telling the truth. I could feel the rightness in my soul. All the little clues clicked together.

“Fuck,” I whispered, looking up to meet Caleb’s gaze. “He must have done something to convince Ryan otherwise because she’s a smart bitch. There’s no fucking way she would bring him here if she had any clue about who he really was.”

Shit. Would he arrest her too?

Because there was no way she hadn’t already stabbed someone in front of him. She was not a patient person.

Kenji piped up from beside me. “You think the FBI is in on it with Maxim?” he asked. My blood froze in my veins and my heart rate picked up. Sweat beaded up along my hairline at the thought of what this would mean for my friend.