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I’m assuming H is Harrison, the head of the team Frankie has watching Logan Walsh.

“When?” Frankie’s fingers rake through his hair, and I know we have a problem from that tell. Moving his phone, he looks down at the screen before putting it back to his ear. “Bec’s calling me now. Probably to let me know he’s booked a landing. Cheers, H. Thanks for letting me know.”

Mila’s again transfixed on what’s going on down below, so I turn my mouth away from her ear and ask quietly, “Problem?”

“Logan’s on his way here with Alice in the chopper.”

CHAPTER 20

Mila.

My stomach drops at Frankie’s words, then my jaw tightens when Sam says, “We need to get her out of here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I turn to face them.

“Mils, you don’t need to be here and see whatever shit—” Frankie starts.

“I’m not a fucking child. Will the pair of you please stop making decisions on my behalf? I do want to see. He’s my fucking husband. I want to see exactly what it is he’s been getting up to for years while I’ve had to rely on my own hand or a well-hidden vibrator to get my kicks.”

Sam steps back and looks at Frankie, who looks right back, which pisses me off even more.

“Don’t go having one of your silent bro code conversations. I’m right fucking here. Talk to me.”

Frankie’s arms rise up from his sides, his phone still held in his right hand. “You wanna stay, fine. You wanna watch, go for it. Just remember, once you see it, you can’t unsee it, but we’ll be here for you. If that’s really what you wanna do, then go for it.”

Sam’s arms are folded across his chest, his hip cocked as he leans against the wall behind us and shakes his head. “You really want to watch that shit?”

“I like to watch. Might be the first time ever he turns me on.”

“Jesus, you’re a weirdo,” Frankie says with a grin.

“That’s why you fucking love me,” I say, the adrenaline coursing through my body making me brave enough to finally address what Ithinkhe told me on the phone.

His grin widens.

“And you!” I pin Sam with my narrowed eyes. “Mr Sexy Psychologist, stop trying to protect me from everything. I’m a big girl. And don’t pretend you weren’t getting off watching me watch what was going on down there earlier. I felt your dick when you moved in behind me.”

He tilts his head to the side, unfolds his arms, and buries his hands in his pockets. “Sexy psychologist?”

“Yes. Stop trying to think for me. Stop worrying about what’s going to upset me. This week has been a lot. Crazy, an absolute fucking ride, but I’m okay, and when I’m not, you two will be the first to know.”

I watch his hair move as he lets out a long breath. “If it’s too much, just say and we’ll get you out of here.”

“Knowing my husband, it’s more likely that he’ll either bore me to tears or it’ll all be over in thirty seconds.”

“Hmm,” is what I hear from Frankie.

“I think you’re about to meet a new version of your husband,” Sam adds.

“Bring it fucking on,” I tell them both.

I watchin stunned silence as my husband makes his way from the bar area, which we can’t see from where we’re standing, into the main club, holding hands with Alice.

Logan’s hair is slicked back from his face in a way I’ve never seen him wear it before. Whatever the product is he has in it makes his natural, sandy blond appear darker, completely changing his appearance. He’s wearing a skin-tight, short-sleeved, black shirt made out of some kind of sheer mesh fabric, paired with tight, black leather trousers and chunky black boots. I’ve known him most of my life, but if the boys hadn’t pointed them out, I would never have picked him and Alice out. It’s them, but not them.

My eyes move to Alice. Dull, boring Alice. What. The. Actual. Fuck?

Her dark hair is pulled back off her face in a high, sleek ponytail. Her makeup is heavy, thick-winged eyeliner, heavy contouring, and full red lips against almost translucent skin. She’s tall and very lean. She swam at national level when we were younger, leaving her with toned arms and broad shoulders. She’s wearing a type of all-in-one bodysuit made from the same mesh fabric as Logan’s shirt. It’s sleeveless, but with a high neck. There are two holes cut out of the chest where her small, perky breasts are on full display. Each of her nipples are clamped and have a chain running between them. The bottom half of the outfit is designed like a pair of tights, except the front and back are missing. A strip of fabric over each hip is all that joins it to the top half of the get up, leaving her arse and bare pussy on full display. On her feet are a pair of black leather boots that lace up the front and reach her knees.

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