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“I love that you know I meant I wouldn’t kick him.” She grabbed my ass. “More reasons for blow jobs.”

When she started to drop to her knees, I gaped at her, then at my pocket watch, and rasped, “Fuck it.”

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STAR

The Summit wassomething I’d been curious about ever since Rex, the Prez of the Satan’s Sinners’ MC, had gone in one time, guns blazing, his end goal to shed Italian blood.

Of course, I’d known about the Summit for years.

While the CIA was confined to international affairs, I had plenty of acquaintances who dealt with things on a national level.

I’d even heard about there being after-parties between the alphabet agencies on surveillance once the seldom-held meeting was done and the evidence had been collated.

“You know the alphabets are watching, don’t you?” I inquired, infinitely curious about this side of Conor’s life.

My fiancé, who still wore a happy smile from earlier, drawled, “Why are you trying to ruin my day by suggesting I’m an idiot?”

I snorted. “I find it ironic that despite the shit they must collect on you, no one gets arrested. Ever. And none of the transcripts turn up in sting operations.”

“It’s easiernowbecause I just scramble their devices. The only person who has the true transcript is me.”

“It’s hot how easy illegal stuff is for you.”

His lips quirked. “Feel free to give me another blow job.”

“Three in a day is excessive.”

“Excessive smexcessive. We haveyearsto make up for.”

I snickered as we reached the doorway of the warehouse where three different guards patted us down and the fourth nodded at Conor before pointing us in the right direction.

“One guard for each faction?”

“Of course.”

“Before you made the ‘scrambler,’ what did you do?” I asked, curious. Having seen the worktable he had at the back of his office behind Japanese screens, I knew that was where he invented his ‘toys.’

Including, I thought with a small whisper of excitement, my long-awaited Christmas gift.

“It varied but I came up with the prototype early on,” he answered, unaware of where my thoughts had taken me. “Mostly I delayed the feed and would make sure that they got dead air if there was anything that incriminated the Five Points.”

“Not the other factions?”

His look said it all.

“How did they cope without you when you were a kid?” I muttered, shaking my head.

“They had a lot more men in jail,” he said simply. “You heard of the Old Wives’ Club?”

“Yeah?”

“We had a lot more deaths too. There are fewer ‘younger’ members of that club.”

When his jaw clenched at that, I touched his arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Unfinished business. Priestley O’Reilly is one of the newest members.”

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