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Layne pressed a kiss to his cheek, not giving a fuck how unprofessional it was. He had just proven his worth by delivering this crucial tidbit to her.

Gage rushed into the doorway, having heard Layne’s exclamation. Initially, all he saw was Layne up against her associate and Sam’s hands on her sides. After the job offer Sam had been pitched by Liam, Gage was ready to beat the shit of the fucker for even breathing wrong at Layne.

Seeing Gage standing there, Sam immediately lifted his hands in the air off of her.

It wasn’t until Layne pulled back with that goddamn cheesy smile plastered over her face that he thought twice about going into a blind fury.

“What’s going on?” Gage’s suspicion tainted each of his words.

Running over to him, Layne gave him several kisses before she showed him the forty-five casing in the center of her palm.

She explained, “Finally, a bit of luck.”

Chapter Nineteen

WRATH

Gage had wrapped up closing down Cassidy’s for the evening with a grumbling appetite in his stomach and Three Stack Diner had the best grease-laden breakfast, especially at one in the morning. Bonus? It was located two short blocks from the club, making it an easy option for late-night chow.

He pulled open the glass door to the twenty-four-seven diner, the little brass bell chiming to announce his arrival as he did so. It was empty as hell in there. A lone waitress was rolling silverware at the breakfast counter, chairs were neatly tucked in at vacant tables, and you could hear the faint music of the local radio station playing.

The only occupied table was a large horseshoe-shaped booth, filled with several guys all appearing in their late twenties to mid-thirties. All of them trusted friends he had made throughout his business ventures, most visiting from across the river in Jersey.

“Damn, bro. Could you move any slower?” Devon griped at Gage who was easing out of his seat behind the wheel of his naked Wrangler—doors and top all completely removed.

Pulling out a lockbox from underneath the driver’s seat, Gage retrieved a semi-automatic and tucked it into the back of his pants. He shot a glare over at his buddy who was coming along on this…business opportunity.

Jax climbed out of the backseat over the rear wheel well and jumped down onto his feet. “That’s what happens when you get your dick tattooed.” He had been the one person Gage had trusted his secret to, and it seemed it was a poor choice in judgment.

As Jax spilled the beans, it earned him the middle finger from Gage.

“Look, I’d like to see how quick you two are when your dick gets stretched out like goddamn salt water taffy and needles jammed into it for over an hour.” Gage griped at his friends before joining the other two guys, Isaiah and Hunter, waiting on the sidewalk outside of a rundown rowhome.

Hunter raised a brow. “What are we talking about?”

“Gage had the bright idea to tattoo his dick,” Jax smirked, finding any opportunity to spread this entertaining information amongst their group.

Isaiah cringed. “You know, I heard of a guy who did that and he ended up with a permanent boner for life.”

Devon shook his head. “Do I even want to know what you even put on it?”

Gage pulled out his phone double-checking the address of the house they were supposed to be at. “You that interested in my cock, Dev?”

Laughing, Hunter shared his thoughts, “It probably says ‘My Best Friend’.”

The rest of the crew joined with a few chuckles.

Rolling his eyes, Gage retorted, “Says the guy who still lives in his mom’s basement and has struck out on the past five girls.”

As the five of them took up space there on the sidewalk, a young blonde woman carrying a small bag of groceries approached. She had the sweetest smile as her eyes landed on Gage.

“Excuse me.” She slowed her steps as she waited for them all to make space for her to get by.

Without delay, Gage stepped back. When his eyes met hers, he no longer gave a shit about the lingering discomfort of his healing cock. This girl had the most angelic voice he had ever heard and it stole his words straight from him. His hand shoved Jax back to help make room for her to walk by.

An older woman still in her robe from the house next door came out onto the rickety front porch and shouted, “Rose! Did you remember my cigarettes?!”

While Gage was distracted watching the woman walking by them, Jax leaned over, smacking Gage’s stomach with the back of his hand. He whispered, “Bet you’d like to impale that pussy with your swords…Vlad.”

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