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“I wish it was that simple,” she murmured, pulling free of him.

Again, she was hiding something. She was trying to keepwhatever was going on at work from her expression, but he spotted it before she could hide it completely.

She didn’t want to share with him whatever it was. Of course, there had to be a reason for that. What that reason was, he didn’t fucking know.

If he really wanted to figure it out, he had his ways. For now, he’d let it go. If whatever it was continued to be a problem, he’d find a solution for her.

That was what allies did for each other.

If one club had a problem and another one in their alliance had a solution, they worked together.

He was pretty damn sure that the Fury would appreciate Romeo stepping in if their girl was dealing with some shit.

At least that was what he told himself.

Magnum might not agree. But then, he was the damn president, and he didn’t give a fuck what his enforcer thought. The prez outranked the sergeant at arms every damn time.

Whether the big man liked it or not.

Chapter Nineteen

Maddie didn’t wantto go into details on why she had another shitty day. It would just get her blood pressure spiking again. She tracked down Romeo sohecould get her blood rushing, not that asshole Roger.

Her boss was such a dick, and she was tired of telling herself to hang on because doing so would pay off in the end.

If she only knew when that “end” would be, dealing with him might be a little easier. Only, it seemed too far off in the distance. Worse, there was no guarantee staying would ever pay off. The fingernails she was using to cling to the faith that it would were starting to rip off.

“Do you mind if I get some water?” She glanced over her shoulder to see him push away from the door and stalk toward where she stood by the kitchen.

She could really use a beer instead, but her stomach was still twisted in knots from dealing with Roger and his undeserved cruel insults.

“Only got shit from the tap,” he said. “Nothin’ fancy.”

“That’s fine.” She hoped sipping some water would help settle her stomach.

With a single nod, he grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and filled it with ice and water from the refrigerator door dispenser. She hoped the glass was clean. She assumed he didn’t do his own dishes since he had sweet butts to do his bidding.

While she waited, she fingered a piece of mail sitting on the kitchen counter addressed to a Marvin.

Did Romeo get someone else’s mail by accident? “Who’s Marvin?”

When he didn’t respond, she glanced up. His expression said it all. “Hold on. Is that you? Is your real name Marvin?” She giggled, then leaned closer to read the rest of the name. “Marvin Lee Carter… The third?”

“Nothin’ wrong with that name. It’s a family name.”

“Of course there’s nothing wrong with it.” Only, it was hard to look at Romeo and see a Marvin. In fact, Romeo was as far from a Marvin as one could get. “Why don’t you use it?” She rolled her lips inward, trying not to grin like a lunatic.

“You know why,” he grumbled, placing the glass of ice water on the counter in front of her.

She danced away from him, still laughing. “I’m calling you Marvin from now on.”

“The fuck you will.”

“What will you do if I do?”

“Spank your ass.”

She slid to a stop and spun to face him keeping the kitchen island between them to stay out of his reach. “No, you won’t.”

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