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“To be fair,” Diablo interjected. “Arizona said kidnapping Anna so she couldn’t leave and locking her away so she couldn’t try to escape was hot.”

“Arizona’s a fuckin’ sex addict,” Blade muttered. “She’d be fine with that shit as long as she got some dick thrown in.”

“True.” The SAA shrugged.

“So, what ya gonna do?” Blade asked. “We’ve been told by the ol’ ladies in Wyoming that if Anna isn’t on a flight by tomorrow, they’ll jump a plane and get her themselves.” He shuddered at the thought. “Maybe you should’ve kidnapped Tristan too instead of making us escort him to the airport and putting him on the first flight out. At least he wouldn’t have gone back to Wyoming tattle-tellin’.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I didn’t think that one through.”

“No,” he deadpanned. “You didn’t. He wasn’t fuckin’ happy, Prez. You ever seen a gay man lose his shit? He’s gotta smart mouth, and his insults about my hairline almost had me in goddamned tears.” He smoothed a hand through his full head of hair and sniffed. “He was a total bitch.”

“He reminds me of that Daniel Rene dude,” Gambit pointed out.

“Who the fuck’s that?” Diablo asked.

“You wouldn’t know,” Gambit replied. “He’s a perfume and cologne reviewer on Insta.”

“Marney used to watch him,” Ice stated. “Is he the ‘no vieja cuchi’ dude?”

“That’s him.” Gambit snickered.

“What the fuck’s he talkin’ about old lady coochie for?” Diablo sniffed.

Gambit shrugged. “That’s what he calls some of the perfumes he smells.”

Diablo's face turned green. “You watch some shit on the socials. What the fuck you even interested in perfume for?”

“You say that, asshole,” Gambit bit back. “But I smell good, unlike you.” He raised a fist to his mouth and coughed,“Vieja cuchi boy.”

Diablo’s eyebrows hit his hairline, and he lifted an arm to sniff a pit. “I smell okay.” He reached out and grabbed Tia’s arm as she walked past. “Babe. Who smells better out of me and Gambit?”

“Gambit,” she stated, cocking a hip. “Hands down. He smells amazing. Best out of all of you guys. I mean, none of you are slouches or hard to fuck, but Gambit’s somethin’ special.” Her eyes drifted to the secretary, and she smiled dreamily. “We fight over him some nights. Fucking him is like fucking a slice of heaven. He’s delicious. Even his cock tastes good. We all love going down on him. It’s like a goddamned addiction. Sometimes two or three of us suck him off together ‘cause we can’t wait to get some of that gorgeousness in our mouths.”

Gambit smiled lazily, shooting her a wink, and drawled, “Damned straight.”

Tia blew him a kiss and wandered away as every eye turned to the club treasurer, whose expression turned cocky as fuck.

“What’s the cuchi dude’s name again?” Diablo demanded, adjusting the crotch of his jeans.

“Daniel Rene,” he replied.

All the men pulled their cell phones out and began to tap.

“Following,” Blade declared.

“I got him, too,” Ice muttered.

Diablo stared at the screen. “I see what you mean about Tristan looking like him.” He clicked on the screen and shrugged. “I’m following. Wanna smell so good that the whores fight over sucking my cock, too.”

I tipped my head back and stared up at the heavens, wondering how the fuck we won wars with these idiots in charge of the goddamned guns.

“Prez,” Ciara called softly from down the bar, nodding toward the door.

I craned my neck to see Freya enter the bar, then froze as Anna entered a beat later with Carina. Her eyes met mine, but she looked straight through me, instead focusing on Freya as she led her to an empty table.

The doghouse wasn’t a place I was used to being.

Usually, women fell over themselves to make me happy. It was typical that the one woman in the world I wanted hated my guts, even though I’d done everything in my power to make her happy. Over the last few days, I’d spent a fortune on clothes and women’s shit for her. One face cream she used was almost a hundred bucks, but I’d sucked it up and told Fifi to order it regardless, along with all of the other expensive shit she apparentlyneeded.I wanted my woman to have everything she wanted, but she acted like I’d shit in her cereal.

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