Page 20 of Tiny's Law

“If it helps, as far as Jake and Robert said, they don’t have anything else planned yet. And Syd’s down right now since Hawk smashed her computer last night after the guys got back. So until he gets her a new one, I think you have time to figure shit out.”

I nod. “That does help. I can secure our network like Area 51. I just need a few days.”

“Thanks, Noah. You’re always welcome here,” Ghost offers as the man stands up to head out the door.

Razor meets his friend at the door for a brotherly hug and a few pats on the back. I wouldn’t doubt if this is the last time they see each other.

“Shit,” Flame grunts once the door is closed again.

Ringer’s sitting in his seat again, carefully cradling his hand. The rest of the group looks lost in thought as we all ponder the new information we’ve just learned. I unplug my laptop and settle back in my own seat, clicking over to the web page I now have favorited and pinned to the top of my bookmarks tab. Kourtney’s social media page opens up, and I take a moment to fixate on the view of her bright smile and get lost in her clear blue eyes.

Two hours after Trigger and Bull are filled in on all the new information we learned. The majority of us are sitting in the common area, shooting the shit with bottles of beer in our hands.

Razor bet on a game of pool, so Tex and I sit at the high-top table next to the pool table while Razor and Patch play a tight game.

“This shit is fucking nuts. I can’t get the picture of that girl out of my head,” Patch says while chalking up his cue as Razor takes a shot.

“What girl?” Tex grunts, taking a pull of his beer.

“Beau’s sister. She looks around my age, I think.”

“She used to come around here when she was a kid. Fifteen or so, maybe. She’s gotta be around 19 or 20,” Razor says, pointing to the far corner pocket before shooting and hitting the eight ball just right, sinking it into the exact pocket he called. “Game,” he grins at Patch.

“Fucker,” Patch rolls his eyes and holds his fist out for a tap before pulling a crisp hundred out of his pocket. “Good game.”

“You’re up, Tiny,” Razor calls as he waggles his brows at me, knowing I’m too fucking distracted that this is going to be an easy hundred bucks in his pocket.

I put the balls in order and am just about to pull the rack off when Razor opens his mouth again. “That lawyer Lilah hired is hot as fuck, huh?”

My glare flies up to him, and the fucker has the biggest smirk on his face. He points at me and laughs. “I knew it. You couldn’t hide your fucking hard-on for her all damn day, dude.”

“Fuck off,” I scoff, hanging the rack on the nail on the wall with a little more force than necessary. Razor leans down to break. I smirk at him when he doesn't sink a single ball.

“Ha. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. I’m surprised your laptop didn’t short-circuit from all the drool leaking on it.”

I shove him out of my way before taking my shot. I sink two stripes in before focusing on my next shot.

Over the next thirty minutes, Razor continues to rag on me about all the attention I aimed toward Kourtney today. I shut his loudmouth up by winning the first game before he hits me with a double or nothing.

Chapter 8

Kourtney

Ihum along to the Bluetooth speaker I set up on the shelf in my new office as I unpack all of my boxes and decorate the plain space.

Knuckles rap on my door frame, and I smile as both Reggie and Nash come into my space. Reggie looks around, smiling as he takes in everything I’ve done with the space.

“You like it?” I grin, hoping he says yes.

“It’s awesome, babe.”

Nash drops himself onto the small loveseat I have against the far wall of my office. I brought in the piece as well as a coffee table to warm the place up. I figured it would make a cute meeting area.

I met Nash a few weeks ago when we both came in to start setting up our offices. He’s a nice guy, if not a little cocky, but he means well. His wife Kara, on the other hand, is an angel sent here from literal heaven. She’s the sweetest woman I think I’ve ever met in my life. He probably walks all over her, which makes me sad to think about, but we never know what happens behind closed doors. This job has taught me that.

“To what do I owe this lovely visit?” I ask saucily as Reggie makes himself comfortable in my favorite white office chair, kicking his legs up on my desk and earning a glare from me as his dress shoes scuff against the glass.

“Nash and I were just talking, and he brought up a good point. I think that with the type of clientele that you will be attracting, it’s probably a good idea to get some security in this place.”

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