Page 27 of Property of Camo

Tate sighs. “Okay, I had better get going. I will make some calls and get back to you. Please, tell Eva to reach out. This thing between us has gone on long enough now.”

I smirk up at him, stepping closer and hugging him to me. He clings to me also.

“She will need a little nudge, dude. Do not let her push you away anymore; you both deserve this.”

“I will do my best.” He leans down, kissing my cheek.

A growl fills the air, making me pull back from Tate’s arms, and I gasp.

Standing just inside of the door are Winger, Thorin, and a pissed-off looking Camo.

“Oh shit, he looks pissed but hot,” Clark mutters.

All three of them look sexy as hell, dressed in grey sweatpants and T-shirts.

“Well, he has no fucking right to look pissed,” I snap.

I watch as the three men walk closer, Camo’s glaring gaze locked on Tate, which only pisses me off more. What right does he get to be angry at seeing me with another man when he has been fucking the club girls?

Moving to step in front of my friend, he grips my bicep, my gaze snapping to his. He shakes his head, moving me to the side.

“What can we do for you?” Rocky asks when the three men stop next to the reception desk.

“Just here for a workout. This is a gym, I believe,” Winger speaks up.

The man is fucking hot, his darker-than-night hair that sits above his shoulders with a natural wave to it, his beard dark, framing his jaw. Then there is Thorin, who is beyond fucking beautiful with his pale flawless skin, dark hair and angular jaw, and golden eyes.

“It is,” Rocky replies, but I tune out the rest of what he says when my gaze connects with Camo and I am pissed at what I see.

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Camo

Being a sucker for punishment, I agreed to go to Skyla’s gym for a workout with Winger and Thorin. Not that the vamp needs to work out; oh no, that fucker stayed in the body condition he was in when he got turned.

What I did not expect was to find her in the arms of the fucking cop, Tate David. I dislike the fucker but Pres thinks he is a good solid cop because he will protect a human but also a supernatural if they need it. He believes in true justice.

I glare at the prick with his hands on my girl.

But is she really yours?

Skyla looks at me with rage in her eyes, as she steps away from David and goes to move in front of him, because I have no doubt she can feel my own rage bubbling just under the surface.

The cop stops her, moving her away in case I pounce, and believe me, I want to lunge at the cunt and break every bone in his hands for touching her, but I get the vibe that it will piss her off more if I hurt him.

Pres speaks to one of her friends, but I keep my focus on her, as she looks at me with narrowed eyes. Her fists are clenched ather sides, and it is then that I see she is not in workout clothes, but a pair of skinny jeans tucked into knee-high boots and a knit sweater that hangs off of one shoulder.

Her hair is curled, and her make-up is light, so she is not working the floor today.

“Skyla, I will get in touch when I know more.” Officer David speaks to her, ignoring me and my brothers.

He knows his place.

What does he need to get in touch with her for? Is this about the boy?

“Thanks, Tate,” she replies, then looks to her friends and speaks.

I feel like we have been dismissed, so I walk away and over to the machine to start my workout.

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