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“That’s not a thing,” Viktor says, and I arch an eyebrow at him. “What? I have perfect control over my body. I don’t just go around fucking people.”

Bane giggles and then leans into Jax once more. “It’s fine. I just need you to really lower that bar when it comes to me.”

Pursing my lips, I give a subtle nod. It was a Hail Mary. I didn’t actually think he’d listen to me. He never does.

“Fine, but be aware of your surroundings, and for fuck’s sake, don’t let Henry’s dick anywhere near you.”

Bane gasps, holding a hand up to his chest. “I would never! He’s dead to me! I can’t wait to get my hands on him and take him apart. I’m going to start with his nose and move down his body. Slowly.”

Bane shivers as the waiter appears once more, taking all our orders. When the food arrives, we eat slowly, conversing and going over the plans we have for tonight. They’re loose and malleable, but they’ll do. We have no idea what we’ll find when we arrive.

Bane moans around his food as we discuss all of this and manages to consume his plates in a matter of minutes, which is truly impressive. You’d think he hadn’t eaten all week with how much he just put down. He sits back and lets out a small burp, looking content.

“Do you feel better now?” I ask.

“Oh yes, that nap really made me famished, but I’m feeling revived now. I’m ready to find that bitch and murder him.”

“There’s a chance he’s moved on from this place. The old ladies saw him last week,” Viktor says, trying to temper Bane’s expectations.

“I know, but we’re on the scent. I will find him. Justice will be mine!” He raises his fist, a fork still in his hand. Patrons glance over, and I reach across the table and pull his arm down.

“Enough, Bane. Save that for when you actually find him.”

He huffs and then reaches his fork over to Viktor’s plate and snags a bite of eggs.

“Have a little more room,” he murmurs, and I move Vik’s plate out of reach from his grabby hands.

“Find another plate to eat off of.”

“Fine, bossy bitch,” Bane says, and Viktor hides his smile behind his hand once more.

“Eat up, pretty boy,” I whisper in his ear, and his eyes sparkle. “You’re going to need it when I finally get you alone.”

16

VIKTOR

After speaking with some of the hotel staff and finding nothing of importance, we get ready for the club. Arriving is anti-climactic, much to Bane’s frustration.

“This is boring,” he says, looking at the worn-down building. “And kind of creepy.”

Luca glances over at Bane as we get out of the SUV, the guards trailing after us.

“Creepier than your butchery?” I ask.

“Yes, that’s home. Duh. This is a worn-down building with ants.”

He rolls his eyes and then strides forward, wearing this chest harness and a short skirt.

“He has nice legs,” Jax observes, and I nudge him.

“Don’t even fucking go there. Georgiy will murder you.”

Jax blushes and nods, the group moving toward the large, guarded metal door. We can hear the low beat of music coming from inside, but it’s not loud and raucous like a club. More sinister, though, in an odd way.

The bouncer, a large bald man wearing all black, eyes us suspiciously.

“You have the password?”

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