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“Hans.” I place my hands over his. “I think I’d forgive you just about anything.”
He sighs.
“Unless you cheat on me,” I tell him. “If you do that, I’ll chop your dick off.”
Hans gives me a soft smile that’s completely inappropriate for what I just said. “Butterfly, no force on earth could make me touch another woman.”
I swoon.
And the front door opens.
Our hands slide from my face as we look at the three men walking down the steps toward us.
They’re all tall and built, like Hans.
And they’re all handsome, each in their own way.
The dark-haired, dark-eyed one who looks a little feral. The one with rich brown hair and an air of arrogance. And the one with all the tattoos, buzzed hair, and an amused smirk.
The leaders of The Alliance.
And of-fucking-course they’re all in suits.
CHAPTER93
Hans
I haveto trust my instincts.
I have to trust these men will keep their word. That my woman is safe around them.
Opening my door, I exit the truck and pull Cassandra out after me.
She keeps her hand in mine as we move to stand at the front bumper.
I don’t see any visible weapons on the three men, but I still take a second to focus on the weight of my throwing knives at my hip. If I’ve severely misjudged them and this goes bloody, I’m confident I can kill at least two of them before they take me out.
Which two will have to be based on proximity.
Dom strides ahead of the other two, stopping before me and holding out his tattooed hand. “Good to see you.”
I lift a brow.
He lifts a shoulder. “And good to get this debt off my back.”
Not wanting to lose contact with Cassandra, I shift my grip on her hand and press hers to my belt, like I did at the hotel.
Understanding what I want, she slides her fingers around the material, holding on to me.
Right hand free, I shake Dom’s.
I don’t miss the fact that he’s trying not to grin, but I appreciate that he’s keeping his eyes on me and off Cassandra.
King and Nero step up on either side of Dom.
This isn’t my first time standing before them, but it is my first time on their turf. And it’s a little unsettling.
“Hans.” King dips his chin.
