Page 48 of They Will Burn

“How’s your ass?”

“Sore.”

“And your pussy?” I murmur against the shell of her ear.

“Kaos took care of that for me.” Camilla smiles as she pushes herself from my lap, and Crew laughs when he pulls her into his own.

“As much fun as this has been, we have some business we need to discuss.” He looks down at the woman in his arms, and then at each of us. “As of right now, it looks as if we are being targeted, but we’ve yet to work out by who. As far as I can tell, it’s none of the members of the five families. They don’t have enough sway with the cops for them to agree to raid the fight club and the casino on the same night, at the same time. Sure, they have some cops in their pockets, but not enough to get this kind of order over the line.”

Camilla’s shocked eyes fly up to his, and her lips open to say something, but he quickly shakes his head.

“It’s sorted. I’ve spoken with the chief of police, and I’ve been assured nothing like what happened tonight will happen again. He’s a regular at both establishments, as well as the Scarlet Lounge, so we have enough incriminating evidence on him to bury him if he goes back on his word.”

“I know you’re not going to want to hear this, Crew, but I’m almost positive the fight club had something to do with Eric Arnold. He’s been present every single time something out of the ordinary has gone down, and he disappeared into thin air as soon as the sirens started blaring.”

“Who’s Eric Arnold?” Camilla asks, her eyes flicking from the possessive grip Crew has on her hip to the rest of us.

“An old friend,” Crew replies as he downs the remainder of his drink.

She nods and turns her attention to Kovu. “Other than him being around for the things that have been happening, do you have any other evidence it’s him?”

He shakes his head. “Just a hunch.”

I sigh and drop my head back into the soft cushion. I’m not sure my dad is going to be willing to drag someone he and Uncle Caleb have known for such a long time, but we might not have a choice.

Without any other leads, our options are limited, and if this is as good as it gets right now, we need to see how it plays out, even if it means burning bridges.

“Bring him in.” Crew nods, squeezing Camilla a little tighter as he says the words. It’s strange to see my father lean on someone for support, to draw strength from another person, but it’s how effortlessly Camilla fits into that role for him that surprises me most.

A knock at the door draws our attention from one another, and Rogers strolls in with his medical bag in tow and a scowl on his face. It’s his usual expression, but he seems even more annoyed than usual.

“You assholes know I have an office for a reason,” he snaps as he dumps his bag on the table between us.

“You know we’re the ones who pay you, right?” Crew raises a brow, and Rogers just shakes his head as he starts pulling things from the bag.

“Which one of you are we doing first?”

“Oh, Kaos is the only one that’s hurt,” Camilla tells him, glancing down at her blood-stained legs and arms.

Rogers glances up at me, a question in his eyes. I did tell him he may be doing this with Camilla kicking and screaming, but I don’t think he expected the news to be dropped on her while he was in the room.

“Come here, love,” I say, holding my hand out to her.

Her brows tug together, but she does as she’s told, with a little help from Crew lifting her from his lap.

I get her settled across my thighs with one arm around her waist and the other clamped over her thighs to keep her steady. There’s little doubt in my mind that she’s going to kick my ass when she figures out what we’re doing, but as long as I can find her if she disappears again, I don’t give a fuck.

“Bishop.” Her gaze darts around at each of the other men in the room before settling on Rogers holding a tracker between his fingers and loading it into the gun. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“If you’re going to disappear without telling us where you’re going, then we need to be able to find you and make sure you’re safe,” I tell her with a shrug.

It’s not until Rogers steps up behind her that what I’ve just told her seems to settle into her mind, and her body starts fighting against mine.

“You are not chipping me like a fucking dog,” she snaps as she shoves against my chest, but I’m holding her too tight for her to escape my hold.

“It will only hurt for a second, Little Lamb.” Kovu moves around the table to crouch in front of her, gathering both her hands in his. “And we’re all getting one. You’re just going first.”

“How is that?—”

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