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“Okay,” I say slowly, the beginnings of a plan forming. “Okay. I think I know what to do.”

“Good boy, I knew you had it in you,” Uzzi says, clearly amused. “Now go fix your mess, Wolf.”

Chapter 22

Doug

I hang up and immediately call Horace.

He answers on the first ring.

“Look, you might not like to sleep anymore, but I sure as fuck do?—”

“Horace, please, just listen to the man. It’s my sister’s happiness on the line.”

“Carina—”

“I’ll owe you, Big Guy.”

I hear Carina in the background, coaxing her mate, and Horace’s responding growl. And yeah, I appreciate it because she is bartering with her mate on my behalf.

But I’m also trying not to puke. Because those two?

They can’t keep their hands off each other. And I do not need to be a party to that.

Like never, ever.

“Guys? I need a favor.”

Pause.

Growl.

“A huge favor.”

“Doug, I swear to every God there is,” Horace groans, already wary.

“Relax. It’s simple. I need a few volunteers is all. And also? Maybe some help breaking into Pizza Girls before they open Friday.”

Silence. Followed by a rumble.

“Okay. Why Friday?”

“Because that’s when everything will be ready,” I reply, because duh.

“Doug.”

“Horace.”

“Doug.”

“I’m not tagging the walls or stealing mozzarella. Just helping the Fates get me my mate.”

More silence.

Then the Bear sighs heavily.

“Fuck. Fine. You get one big grand gesture, Wolf. Use it wisely.”

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