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“Wait outside,” I told her, licking my lips. “This won’t take long.”

Someone needed to take care of the ache in my jeans.

She managed a nod and tried to swallow past the dam of my palm pressing against her windpipe. A taste of what she was in for. She gasped as I released her, and she scrambled out the door, uncaring that she dropped her panties.

The doors sealed out enough of the loud music and raucous shouts from the crowd outside that we could speak without shouting or being heard in here. I sighed, leaning against the black-painted wall to cross my arms.

“What’s up, Brother?” I asked him, my attention briefly pulled out the window, checking to see if that little rat was back with my whiskey yet.

“That girl is going to be a problem,” he repeated, huffing as he tipped his head up to the ceiling. The red lights deepened the shadows beneath his eyes, exposing the exhaustion he was trying hard to hide.

Even half drunk, it was easy to tell. He was my brother. I didn’t have to cut him open to know what I’d find inside. We were made of the same stuff, just different flavors.

Grey’s gaze roved over our brother, a knot forming between his brows. “Man, I think you just need to get some sleep. You know how you get when—”

“I don’t need fucking sleep,” he snapped, stepping up to Grey in a way that would’ve made him reel back a year ago. “I’m fine.”

Corvus began to pace, his eyes shifting over the floor at his feet like it might hold an answer he was looking for. “She’s got to be part of a gang,” he muttered. “Maybe the Aces? Kings maybe since she’s from Lennox? Planted here to keep an eye on us? I’ve looked into her and there’s no evidence to support the theory but she’s...it would just make the most sense.”

Not surprising that he’d already dug into her past. I should’ve guessed he would.

I considered what he was saying, casting her in a rival’s role in my head, but the image wouldn’t stick. It wasn’t impossible for her to be a member of a gang. Rare for a woman, definitely, especially one so young, but not impossible.

Diesel’s wife had been a full member of the Saints. And apparently, she was the most brutal of them all. Quietly deadly. A snake in the grass. How I wished I could’ve met her.

There was a woman in the Lodi chapter, too, but she was nearing thirty and had earned herinwhen she put herself between a bullet and Damien St. Vincent. One of the original three Saints.

“She isn’t part of a gang,” Grey said, making Corvus stop pacing to glare up at him.

“How would you know that?” he demanded.

Grey shrugged. “I just do.”

He was growing some balls.Fuck.Didn’t think he had it in him.

“And she won’t be a problem,” Grey continued. “Not if we can get her on our side.”

“You’re fucking serious?” Corvus scoffed, scrubbing a palm over his chin. When Grey didn’t budge, staring down our brother with agive-me-one-reason-why-notlook, Corvus ground his teeth. “Even if we wanted that, her dad was killed by the Kings. She’s not interested in having anything to do with us. Or any other gang.”

Hmmm.

Maybe Grey was onto something.

We didn’t need to bring her in, and judging by the look on Corvus’ face that wasn’t an option, but maybe…

“Leverage then,” I said, kicking off the wall to join Corvus and Grey at the middle of the floor. Thinking through the problem as best I could with my brain swimming in whiskey. If we could control her then whatever threat Corvus insisted she posed would be neutralized. We could go back to business as usual. And maybe get a little something extra in the deal.

“We don’t need to bring her in, we just need some leverage.”

Corvus’ brows furrowed.

“Control,” I added, speaking his language. “Give the dog a bone.”

Grey’s lips pressed into a tight line, but Corvus was intrigued.

“What the fuck are you saying Rook?”

“I’m saying we help her out. She just made a huge mistake with Brianna Moore. What if we cleaned it up for her? And in exchange, we get her docile obedience. You get to keep your reign of terror at Bitch Hall, and we get a new pet.”

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