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“Can you blame the guy?” Talon says, seeming to come to my aid. “He’s not fucking any club girls, so he needed to get his rocks off somehow. Lexi’s got those mom-curves now. You can’t blame a man for wanting a piece of hot MILF action.”

“Is she even old enough to be a MILF?” Matrix asks, typing away at his laptop. “Nope. Says you need to be at least thirty-five to qualify.”

“Nah, at least forty,” Nitro says. “MILFs need enough experience to corrupt their young prey.”

“Some twenty-year-olds have a lot of experience,” Matrix points out.

“Yeah, but experience isn’t wisdom,” Talon says.

“When the fuck did you turn into the DaliLama?” Scar asks, chuckling.

“What’s your MILF range then?” Nitro asks.

“I don’t have one because I have a wife who would cut off my fucking nuts if she overheard this conversation. Anyway, stop fucking around, and let’s get down to business. Matrix, anything new on Blackstone?”

“All right,” Matrix starts, his voice cutting through the chatter like a knife. “I got some intel on Blackstone’s weekend political itinerary. He’s attending some fancy fundraiser dinner tomorrow night. I swear this guy never stops trying to buy influence.”

“Any chance we can get close to him there?” I ask, my mind already churning through possible plans.

“Security will be tight, but I might be able to get one of the prospects in as part of the catering staff. It’s risky, though,” Matrix says, scratching his beard thoughtfully.

“Let’s put that on the back burner for now, see if we can find another angle,” Scar says.

Talon and Nitro nod in agreement.

“Speaking of angles,” Matrix says. “I was able to hack into the company that made the keycard Lexi used to gain access to Blackstone’s ranch.”

“Nice work, brother,” Scar grunts, leaning forward. “Can you replicate the keycard with a code that’ll give us access to his house?”

“Maybe,” Matrix replies, his grin fading ashis gaze drops to his computer. “It’s going to require some hardcore coding stuff. Daisy and I are working on cracking the encryption algorithm, but it’s not easy. Haven’t seen anything like it before.”

“Text me when you have an update. Good job so far,” Scar says.

“Will do.”

Nitro clears his throat, and I can tell he’s got something important to share.

“I’ve got an update on that child custody case we’ve been helping with,” Nitro says, his voice somber.

Instantly, the tension in the room shifts. We all know the stakes of this custody battle, and it’s more than just pride for us. Those two boys Nina’s been watching, their mom is relying on the club to help her, and their safety matters to all of us.

“Let’s hear it.” Scar’s brows furrow as if he’s preparing for bad news.

“Talked to the lawyer we hired for the mom earlier today,” Nitro continues, meeting our gazes one by one. “He said the case hasn’t been resolved yet, but it’s getting close. And from what he’s seen, the mom has a good shot at getting full custody.”

A collective sigh of relief fills the room. Those boys deserve to be with their mother, safe and cared for, not with their rotten, piece of shit wife-beating father. Fuck that guy. I’d love to gethim down in the basement for a little attitude adjustment. Scar won’t let me, though, because he knows that fucker wouldn’t get out alive.

“Thank fuck,” Talon murmurs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Those kids have been through enough.”

“Damn straight,” Matrix adds, nodding solemnly.

“Good work, Nitro,” Scar praises.

Nitro nods, acknowledging the compliment. “Thanks, brother. I’ll keep everyone updated.”

The room falls silent for a moment as we process the news. It’s a small victory, but one worth celebrating. Then, Scar’s gaze shifts back to Matrix.

“Speaking of updates,” he says, his tone sharp. “When are you going to get those DNA results back from the kid?”

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