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Then I walk up the stairs, not bothering to wait for a reply.

Fuck, I’m over this.

CHAPTER THREE

BRAXTON

We’re in. Mia has arranged drinks with Gianna Baldassare while the Dark Kings and I plan how to get me inside the crime family.

They’ve declared I’m a Dark King now, which I accepted graciously, but I’m not really and that’s not why I’m here.

I’m here to get Amy back.

That’s all.

Once I get inside the Baldassare world, I don’t want any of them involved. This is too dangerous, and they have far too much to lose now.

They have families.

So I’m going at this alone. I just won’t announce that to these incredible men until I’m in.

Leave no man behind.

That’s how we think as Marines.

“So,” Mack says, kicking his feet up on the table and tapping a marker pen on the side of his cheek. Then glances at it to make sure the lid is on. “Fuck, every time.”

I laugh as he tries to rub off the ink.

“It’s a long shot. No offense.” Nathan shrugs.

“None taken. I think.” I stretch my arms over my head. We’ve been at this for hours, and while I’m racing against time, we still have one day until Mia and Gianna are meeting.

“Maybe get a facial.” Decker smirks.

“You don’t think I can pull a chick with all of this?” I lift my t-shirt and glance down at my tanned, ripped abs.

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