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“They’d rather stay at the ranch and risk the LoS coming after them there?” Idaho asked, speaking a lot quieter than normal.

“Happened before,” Static slurred. His left eye closed in a blink a split second before his right.

I held back a laugh. These fuckers had gone hard last night and now they were paying for it. “Everyone stays here,” I ordered. “Hush, get the word out to the girls’ families to be on the lookout. These fuckers won’t likely go for them at first but when we make this difficult for them, they might.”

Hush nodded and rubbed a hand over his face. “Will do, Prez.”

I chuckled and looked around the room. “We’ll meet later tonight to come up with a plan.”

“We can do it now,” Toxic offered, Butcher nodding along with him.

“Yeah, can do it now,” Smoke echoed, sounding like a bullfrog was lodged in his throat.

“No. Later is fine. You guys go back to sleep.” My eyes met Idaho’s. “Can you hang back?”

“Sure.”

Everyone else got up and trudged out of the meeting room, leaving me and my twin alone.

“Can you get one of those construction crews over to Keely’s house? I’ll pay for the work.”

His brows shot up. “Yeah, no problem. What happened to her house?” he asked.

I hadn’t told any of them about what had happened yet, though they knew something must have to have me dragging them into church after a night of partying. It was why they were offering to stay awake and work hung over.

“Those fuckers did a number on it,” I told him. “I’d rather have the majority of it cleaned up before she sees it.”

“Understandable.”

“You happen to have the number of a hazmat cleanup crew?”

His brows shot up again. “It’s that fucking bad?”

“Bastards dumped blood everywhere. And soaked her furniture with gasoline.”

“Shit. Yeah, I’ll get Andrew on finding someone. He’s got contacts for everything. I’ll even get an interior decorator in there.”

Andrew was his assistant. The one he was paying mass amounts of money to basically run shit while Idaho was here with us. “He going to say anything to anyone about why we need a hazmat team?”

Idaho snorted. “Fuck no. Andrew knows how to keep his mouth shut.”

“Good. Let me know who to pay. See if you can get a rush put on it.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Thanks, Idaho,” I said as he started to stand.

He froze for a brief moment before finishing the movement and nodding. “No problem. I’ll get it taken care of before I pass back out.” He gave me a devious grin. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to bed, too? Chicks get pissed when you leave them alone for too long.”

I laughed and shook my head. Everyone was too hung over to give me shit about Keely, but once they were feeling better I’d be getting more of the teasing. “Fuck off.”

Idaho left me alone to go back to brooding. I was pissed that the LoS had escalated before I had the chance. It was my damn fault that Keely’s house looked like it did, and that we were now playing catch up. I’d fix both problems real soon.

CHAPTER 21

Keely

Ilooked up and frowned at Lockout as he walked into my apartment without so much as a knock. As if he owned the place. Wait… He did own the place. And we were…together…now. At least I hoped that we were and he hadn’t just been saying all of that in the heat of the moment.

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