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At least until it’s not good anymore.

Then we’ll have to revisit, although I can’t imagine anything with that woman being anything less than amazing. Everything about her is absolutely fucking amazing. Nash doesn’t have a single fucking problem with the women, though. He’s the first one to walk straight over to one of them.

I watch as he extends his hand, and she slips her palm into his. King grunts. I would guess he’s grossed out by seeing his father with a woman, but I know that’s not it because we’ve all seen Nash in full-on bare-assed action in the clubhouse when he’s visiting.

No, I have a feeling it’s because King is feeling much like me right now. Taking in the fact that once you sample the favor thatConrad is offering, turning down his written terms is going to be much harder.

I know because we’ve used the same tactics in the past.

Atomic clears his throat, his gaze flicking from Nash as he disappears over to Conrad. “Dinner?” he asks.

“The rest of you would like food before pleasure?” he asks.

I snort but don’t respond. I’m trying to keep my mouth shut and exercise control no matter how difficult it has become. I want to say everything, punch everyone, and shoot them all when I’m finished.

I’m ready for it all.

“I won’t be partaking in the pleasure part, though I’m sure some of the men, like Nash, will be more than happy to do just that.”

Conrad’s brow arches in what I can only assume is a question, and he smirks at Atomic. “Monogamy. Interesting. I didn’t think you people did that.”

Balling my hands into fists at my sides, I can’t help but take offense at theyou peoplepart of his assessment. I know he means men who live on the fringe of society, men like me who have the innate natural desire to kill first and ask questions later.

“We surprise even ourselves,” Atomic says, laughing and making it a joke.

The conversation drops, and we follow Conrad into the dining room. What feels like seconds later, there are platters of food set in front of us. His men gather around and sink down in the empty chairs, and we begin to eat.

I’m not sure if this is the best idea. To socialize with these people as if we’re going to be partners. Or maybe Atomic has already made up his mind. I know Nash has. He’s more than happy to help bridge the gap of whatever the fuck this is.

Maybe it’s already a decided partnership. Fuck me, I do not want to help these assholes in any way. But it seems as if decisions are made, bread has been broken, their women fucked.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

SPENCER

“So, there you have it,”I snap, leaning back on the couch and letting out a heavy sigh.

The room is filled with silence. The women stare at me with different expressions. There are slack jaws, wide eyes, and cringes. They are abundant and shared between Kyle, Shawn, and Ryan.

Then Ryan shakes her head. “That can’t be right,” she says in a whisper.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Brew… he doesn’t do things like that.”

I almost laugh in her face. Almost. But I don’t. Instead, I arch my brow and watch her for a long moment in silence. “What do you really know about your brother-in-law?” I ask.

Again.

I’m met with silence and stares.

Standing, I begin to pace the room slowly. I can’t sit for another moment longer. I need to move. I’m filled with equalparts anxiety, anger, and pain. The worst of all of those feelings is pain. It’s all-consuming and stronger than the rest.

Only Brew can make me feel this way, and it’s because he’s the only man who I have ever allowed to have this power over me. When we discussed being together and how that would look, I trusted every single word that he delivered to me. And I was made to look a fool.

“Spencer, there must be a reasonable explanation for all of this. When he gets home, we’ll all get to the bottom of it,” Shawn offers with a forced smile.

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