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“Until you managed to get through a rehearsal without someone pitching a hissy fit? Yes, well, sometimes things don’t work out the way you’d hoped. An opportunity arose, and I decided Warning Sign needed to take it.” Lila ignored the walkie talkie that squawked at her hip. “Randy is a good kid. Don’t hurt him. I’ll see you inside.” She indicated the banquet room and then kept going down the hall, already speaking into the walkie talkie in sharp tones.

“Make it happen” seemed to be Lila’s favorite phrase.

Don’t hurt him.

Juliet shut her eyes. Cripes, what did Lila see her as? Some kind of player? She didn’t hurt men. They knew the score, just as she did.

She and Sparks and Tris were all on the same page there. So what if the timeline had changed a bit? It didn’t make sense to end things prematurely while everyone was still getting off.

And while you’re starting

to fall for them. Both of them, because you’re a greedy two-fister.

Juliet sighed and turned the handle on the door, surprised to see her entire band seated around the table, including Malachi. He looked bored as hell and on the verge of falling asleep, but at least his ass was in the chair.

“You shouldn’t look so glum for someone who got carried offstage by her boyfriend.”

West’s singsongy voice made her laugh and kick his chair on her way to take a seat on his other side.

A moment later, Lila shut the door behind her and smiled.

“Hello, Warning Sign. I’d intended this meeting to be one of a cheerleading sort, since no other tactics have worked thus far. Alas, I have issues with a possible female groupie who somehow has managed to elude our security.”

“What female groupie?” Mal sat up straight. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Juliet shot West a sidelong glance. He shrugged and noted something on the pad he’d probably cribbed from the always prepared Ryan.

Big man has lots of groupie action on the D???

Juliet snorted out a laugh, which she abruptly cut off as Lila walked around the table and picked up West’s pad.

And read what he’d written aloud.

“It’s kind of you to be concerned about your bandmate’s penis, Weston, but you might want to focus on something more applicable to this meeting. Such as your music.” Lila flopped the pad back on the table, and Juliet didn’t think it was an accident the spine clipped West’s fingers.

He stuck them in his mouth and smirked.

“There was a possible situation,” Lila said smoothly, addressing Malachi. “We’re handling it. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Oh, is that so? And you know what I need to worry about, right? Because you think I’m like these clowns and easily managed. Guess what, Dragon—”

“You shouldn’t speak to her that way,” Elle interrupted, staring back as Malachi shifted his dark eyes toward her. “She’s your stepmother. Have some goddamn respect.”

“She’s not my stepmother anymore. She divorced my father and married your brother, remember?”

“Oh, I remember just fine,” Elle said. “You have a problem with Nick just like you had a problem with respecting Lila as your parent—”

“Lila is not my fucking parent. She’s barely older than me and Michael. My father chose to troll the playgrounds for new wives. Not my fault.” Mal slouched back in his chair. “Besides, I give respect when it’s earned, little Ricki.”

“Me too. And that’s while you’ll never get mine, because you’re a fucking conceited prick who’s not half as good as he thinks he is.”

Whoa. Juliet cupped her hand over her mouth and wished she had popcorn.

But Mal only smiled, slow and sinister. “Awful lot of talk about my dick just now. You both want to hop on and have a ride?” he asked, glancing from Elle to West and back again.

West flipped him the bird. Elle turned to face the wall.

Molly sighed heavily, never content to be on the sidelines for long. “Seriously? I thought this was a meeting, not a playground taunt session.”

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