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Tilting my head, I studied my brother. Usually saying that would have led to a knock out fight between us. Because if he couldn't fight with Keely, I made a decent second. But he didn't even bother. Shit. He had it bad and he'd just let it slip through his fingers. And he knew it.

"So?" I asked.

It was his turn to study me as he thought about my offer. I could see the misery there deep in his eyes. It wouldn't help for me to ask him what his hang ups were about making the pretty lawyer his old lady. I knew all the reasons, and they were bullshit. He'd just chew my ass up one side and down the other. But I had another way to help him. A way all of us men released rage. A good old fashioned ass kicking. And this one was long overdue.

"What are we doing?"

"Remember those guys who Krier hired?"

"Yeah."

"James found them."

Lock's brows shot up. "No shit?"

"Want to go with me?"

"Yeah."

We grinned at one another and started toward our bikes. I paused, looking back at the clubhouse. "Do you think we should bring Butcher?"

Lock considered that, then nodded. "I haven't taken him for a walk in a while. Go get him."

I walked back to the clubhouse and poked my head through the door. "Butcher. Lock wants to see you."

Toxic yawned, then took a long pull from a beer.

I grinned at him as Butcher pushed his way past me. "Long night?" I asked.

"Met up with that prissy chick from last night," he said. He grinned over at me. "Didn't get much sleep. You weren't kidding about that uptown pussy."

Chuckling, I shook my head and let the door shut behind me as I caught up with Butcher. "Want to give us a hand with something?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Sure."

"Good."

It took us almost an hour to get to the house. According to James these five assholes were roommates. What men in their late thirties still had roommates?

"You sure this is it?" Lock asked as we pulled up in front of a nice house on the outskirts of town. It looked like they'd done pretty well for themselves after Krier paid them off.

"This is it," I muttered. "Let's go."

We walked up to the front door and I lifted my hand to knock when Butcher shoved past me and kicked his boot into the door so hard the wood broke away from the lock and it swung open. I stared at him in surprise. "That's one way to do it I guess."

"Damn it, Butcher," Lock sighed. "This better be the right fucking house or you just terrified some guy and his wife and their two point five kids."

"Don't forget the dog," he said with a gleam in his eyes. "Those types always have dogs. Like a cockapoo or some shit."

"What the fuck is a cockapoo?" I asked.

"Well, it used to be what I called my dick after…"

"Can we please stop discussing weird ass dogs, and your dick, while standing here?" Lock snapped. "Either they're getting away. Getting guns. Or calling the cops. None of which we want."

We entered the house and searched it. Empty. "Damn," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "Where the fuck are they?"

"Losers who like to abduct women?" Butcher asked. "What day is it?"

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