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“Wait, isn’t that Hawk’s room?”
Mandi shrieked and spun around. “Jesus, Nikita, I didn’t see you there.”
Pursing her lips, she took in the apparel her friend wore the night before. “Yes, I can tell.” She grinned. “Have a little fun with a MC man, did you?”
Running a hand through her hair, Mandi shrugged. “So, what if I did? I have needs.” She rubbed her eyes. “Plus, I’m not the only one screaming through walls.”
Nikita blushed. No matter how hard she tried to mute her moans, Kevlar didn’t. In fact, he made it his personal goal to extract every lustful sound she could emit.
“What can I say? Kevlar likes it.” She crossed her arms across her chest. “And I won’t even apologize because it’s so damned good.”
“I’m glad.” Mandi grinned. “You needed a nice release.” She pulled out her phone and checked the messages. “But it looks like our sex-cation is over.” She waved the android. “Work calls.”
“Yeah, I spoke to Randy a few minutes ago. He wants us back at the dollhouse.”
Mandi’s eyes widened. “Even after—”
“He doesn’t know what happened.” She lowered her eyes to her feet. “I never told him.”
“Nikita….”
“I know. I should’ve, but I don’t want to be the victim.” She met her friend’s gaze. “I’m not a victim. I’ve worked my entire adult life to prove it.”
Mandi reached over and laid a hand on her arm. “No, you’re not, but you are human. It’s okay to feel scared sometimes. If you don’t want to tell boss man, fine, but you don’t have to be all big and tough with me.”
She nodded and pulled her in for a hug. “Thanks. I needed that.”
“Anytime.” Mandi stepped back. “But what about the mole in the Cutthroats? And not the one we thought was on our side. We can’t go back there undercover. Surely, they’ve spread the word that we’re feds.”
Nikita chewed on her bottom lip. “Then we’ll have to sneak it. This is a huge case, Mandi.” She laid a hand on her stomach. “I just feel it here.”
“You and your damn gut. Fine, but let’s make sure Macha’s with us, okay?”
“Deal.”
Mandi stepped back and looked toward the staircase. “Now, I need to shower, then let’s head to town. I’ll bet we can get whatever intel we need without returning to the dollhouse.”
Agreeing, Nikita left her to seek out the bathrooms while she stepped into Kevlar’s room. Since she’d showered earlier, she gathered her hair in a ponytail and applied makeup. It was time to get back to bringing down merciless MCs.
***
“You sure this is a good idea?” Mandi asked, opening the door to the convenience store up the road from the dollhouse. They frequented it whenever they needed to check-in with the FBI or simply get away from the club. Mandi almost always bought junk food when they stopped in the store.
Nikita walked back to the wall of refrigerated beverages and scanned the bottles. “Yes. We keep striking out with the dolls outside the house, so we need to find Juliet.”
“But what about—” She paused when a man walked by them. Her blue eyes followed him to the front. Then she glanced to Nikita. “Reaper said she betrayed them, and obviously, Juliet betrayed us too. We can’t trust anything she says.”
Opening a door, Nikita grabbed a bottle of water. “What other choice do we have?”
Organizing the assortment of potato chips, Mandi shrugged. “None, I guess.” She grabbed a can of chips and read the back label. “You don’t think it’s weird to go back after we’ve been gone three days?”
Nikita had considered this, but over the weeks, they’d seen girls leave then return to the dollhouse with no excuse. Based on the track marks on the girls’ arms, it wasn’t difficult to guess the reason behind their disappearance. “If anyone asks, we were on a bender.”
“That’ll probably work.” She tidied the rows and chuckled when she noticed Nikita staring at her. “What? I like things tidy. So, sue me.”
Nikita laughed and swung her arm around Mandi’s shoulders. “How did I ever survive without you as my partner and friend?”
“You didn’t.” Mandi snatched a bag of cheddar chips. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you high and dry with no one to teach you good cleaning and music sense.” She pointed to her paisley shirt. “Or fashion expertise.”
