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“Hold up, King. Squaller here will go with you.”

I cock an eyebrow up and don’t bother to hide my annoyance. “I need a babysitter now? I’m thinking this wasn’t our deal. You came to me, Eyeball, not the other way around.”

“Let’s just call it taking precautions. You might not be a prospect, but you still are in a trial period. I can’t just allow you to run unchecked until you prove your loyalty.”

“Whatever. I will warn you now, if he gets on my nerves, I won’t give one fuck that he’s part of FKMC. I’ll kill him. Got it?”

“Like you could,” Squaller argues, but I level him with a look. We both know I could kill him before he knows what’s happening.

“Play nice boys,” Eyeball warns—and it is a warning. I just don’t think that Squaller is smart enough to recognize it.

I have a bigger problem, however. I’m going to have to figure out a way to get a message to Ford or T without the dipshit that is currently climbing on his bike finding out. I just have no idea how I’m going to accomplish it.

I find myself praying that Squaller is even stupider than I give him credit for …

Chapter 6

Nicole

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something we can use as a weapon,” I mutter, trying to keep my voice down. I haven’t seen signs of video equipment or listening devices even though I’ve looked. I’m hoping we can talk freely, but I want to be careful.

“Why are you mumbling?”

“They could be listening,” I point out. Gabby goes still for a minute. Her face pales and just nods.

“Oh. Do you think Dragon will be here soon?”

“I think he’s searching for us,” I allow. “He’ll be here.”

“Daddy will be with him,” she murmurs, dropping her voice down and covering her lips carefully as we stand by a small window. It’s so filthy, you can’t actually see anything. It’s just a distorted, foggy view.

“Most likely,” I admit.

“I haven’t done much to make him proud. He will be highly upset with me.”

“You don’t think he should be?”

“I love Dom,” she whispers, the words sounding painful, making me sigh. I try to imagine what I would have felt like if Dragon hadn’t loved me like I love him. It would have killed me. I know that. With that in mind, I could almost feel sorry for her. Then, I remind myself that she tried to destroy my boys’ happiness—not to mention that she came between them.

“You don’t,” I tell her point blank.

“I do,” she insists, but I just shake my head.

“If you loved Dom, you would have never allowed things to go anywhere with Thomas. Hell, Thomas would have been off limits from the beginning. I think you are in love with the idea of being in love. Your father has taught you that you need to be the center of attention, and that’s what you crave.”

“You don’t know me,” she huffs.

“I think you don’t know yourself,” I murmur.

“I don’t?—”

“Gabby, I need you to stand and block me as best you can. I don’t see cameras, but I imagine if there are any, they’d be close to the mattress where they expect us to sleep.”

She turns around to look at me like I’m insane. “How am I supposed to block you?” she asks.

“I don’t know. Pretend to stretch or something with your arms stretched out. Act like you have gone insane and begin squawking like a bird. Just be a distraction, okay?”

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