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“That’s right.”

Rogue rubbed at his face “Shit. Okay, I’ll be there.”

He ended the call and made a sound of irritation in the back of his throat. All signs pointed to it being Azrael up there interfering with Jagger’s job.

What the fuck was Azrael doing?

First, he needed to make a few calls and dialed Quick’s number.

“Did Jagger call you?” Quick said, answering on the first ring.

“Yeah, and I think it’s Azrael up there with Jagger,” Rogue said with a heavy sigh.

The phone went deadly quiet.

“Fucking hell,” Quick muttered. “Someone just shoot me now.”

“I’ll call Real,” Rogue said.

“I’ll try his number too,” Quick agreed and ended the call.

Rogue punched in Real’s number, but it went straight to voicemail, and he hung up.

He glanced back into the lowly lit room of the hotel suite and found Wrath still dead to the world. The assassin had told him that he felt comfortable enough to sleep when he was around. And that was saying something. Wrath felt secure and safe with him.

Several minutes later, he redialed Real’s number. This time, he left a message for Real to call him back.

Damn it.

He envied Wrath for his ability to sleep uninterrupted and he wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed with the sexy assassin, but he needed to find Rebel and then head to Nevada to introduce Wrath to people he considered friends.

That had been the plan.

Now, he had to make a quick run to Redding and figure this fucking shit out with Azrael.

With a quick decision, he made his way back into the room and slid beneath the covers. Wrath mumbled and turned intohis arms, all sexy and warm. When the blond wrapped his body around him, Rogue sank into the man’s embrace.

Fuck. Wrath’s arms were starting to feel like home.

Gently, he carded his fingers through Wrath’s dark blond hair, holding him closer. He only needed five more minutes.

Then, he would leave for Redding and take care of Azrael while Wrath wrangled Rebel.

They had that dinner tomorrow night with Mrs. Jackson that couldn’t be missed.

Then he would meet Wrath in Nevada.

“Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport,” the in-flight attendant said via the overhead speakers. “We hope you enjoy your stay.”

Real unbuckled his seatbelt and stood to grab his overnight bag from the overhead bin after the plane came to a full stop. Rather than purchase in-flight WIFI, he had shut his phone off and used the time to fucking sleep.

Turning his phone back on, it blew up with several missed calls and a message from both Rogue and Quick.

“Well, shit,” Real muttered, listening to the message from Rogue that simply said, “Call me back as soon as possible.” And he would call both of them back…as soon as he got on the road.

Reaching his jeep, Real left LAX and took the freeway toward home before he called back Rogue first.

“We have a situation.” Rogue’s voice came through Real’s speakers.

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