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“Of course. Anything for a friend. And I have something else for you. The coordinates of where Henry went. My men haven’t let him out of their sights.”

He turns toward his desk and Blake moves with him.

“I have the coordinates here,” Declan says, handing Luca a folded piece of paper. “This is in the middle of nowhere, so make sure you’re well-supplied for contingencies. I’d take care when approaching him. He’s volatile, and he’s strong. Hurt Blake’s arm, the little shit.”

Luca meets my gaze subtly, an eyebrow arching. Blake doesn’t seem to have a hurt arm. Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all. Does Declan have a penchant for exaggeration?

Perhaps. I know Luca would murder someone for touching me as well, so it’s possible he just didn’t like Henry touching him.

“We’ll handle it,” Luca replies with a nod. “Thank you for this. Seems the Costellos are indebted to you.”

“I do love a debt.”

“He does,” Blake adds. “Although, the way he calls them in can be…unexpected.”

Declan rolls his eyes as he chuckles. “Only for you, darlin’, only for you.”

Blake flushes and shoves at Declan, who pulls him into his side, holding him steady.

“Anyway, good luck. You’ll need it. This is as involved as I’ll get,” Declan says, a small dismissal.

Luca nods, reaching out his hand and shaking it. “We appreciate the coordination.”

Declan nods, and we turn and make our way from his office.

19

LUCA

We spend the afternoon milling around in the casino, ordering food and drinks before being persuaded by Quincy to watch the beginning of a show the hotel is hosting.

“Come on, guys. It’s a tiger. I haven’t seen one since I was a kid and went to the circus.”

The way he pleads with us, we all find ourselves in a large conference room. The lights are dim and people are sitting in chairs, watching the performance that’s already started.

“Is that tiger really named Tony?” Jax asks as he watches the tiger do some tricks on stage. There is a man, nervously sweating, holding a large lit-up ring in his hand.

“Yeah, that’s what the banner says,” Viktor replies.

“Yeah, guess you’re right. It’s kinda funny. Oh fuck. The trainer looks like he’s going to pee his pants,” Jax adds, making Quincy snort.

“He looks ready to faint.”

“Maybe he should find a new profession,” Jax says.

“Seems like that might be for the best.”

As they continue to comment back and forth, Viktor links his hand with mine as he sits on my lap, blushing when I lean over and whisper in his ear. “How is your ass, kitten?”

Viktor bites his bottom lip, peering at me over his shoulder. “Just right.”

“Mm. You took it so good, though, didn’t you?”

“I always do.”

He’s right. He does. I look forward to many more years exploring his insatiable need for it. For me.

My mind drifts to earlier when we were dropping off our bags in our room. When we set them on the ground, Viktor took the lube from his suitcase and set it on the bed, leaning forward and wiggling his ass.

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