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“I’m glad to see you’re all there together. To answer your question, Zayn, I’ve been listening since you whispered to Stella that you wanted her to ride your fac…”

He was horrified.

“STOP,” he warned, trying not to laugh. “You’re a menace, and shouldn’t be listening to private conversations!” he added.

From where he sat, Greyson laughed.

How could he not?

His people reacted the same way when Elizabeth came to town, but he wasn’t nearly as afraid of her. He was friends with Ethan, and this woman saved his bacon plenty of times.

He’d take a little ass-busting.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s heard that before from her boss and husbands.”

She snorted.

That was the truth.

In fact, it was something that she heard daily.

Elizabeth had just been there, but now, she had to make sure they could do this without her. She had enough on her plate.

“I wish I could be there, Hunters and Crofts, but I literally just left there. I’m just here to give you a little update, and to make sure you’re going to be good with taking out the trash that Artemis let in.”

Jagger was honest.

“Thanks for sending backup. We were wondering how to do this without anyone to have our backs. We don’t know how many mercenaries are left, and who would be gunning for us.”

That she understood.

“Well, once Greyson heard you had some Russian issues, and that they had just handled a similar problem, it seemed logical to make it a group outing.”

Well, thank God for that.

There was no way they’d say no to help from Greyson and his people.

They.

Needed.

It.

Jagger and Maura would take help in NOLA any damn day of the week if it was someone they could trust, and the Crofts were those people.

They were tied together by the Irish mob, or were because people believed Emma Croft was Mikey O’s relative. They, basically, were fighting the same battles to protect the US.

Now, they had to buckle down, protect the city, and not miss a step, or this port city was about to be Alexsandr’s bitch.

That would be a problem for them since this was their home, and where they were raising their children.

There were too many good people in NOLA to let that happen. They weren’t sure what the man was trying to get into the country, but it wouldn’t be good.

Call it a hunch.

“How’s the mob doing in Boston?” Jagger asked, worried that their last visit might not have been enough, and they didn’t have time to go back to fix it.

Greyson laughed.

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