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The heavy thump of boots hitting the ground follows me offers a slight comfort, knowing that Kash is watching over me. We walk in silence up the stairs until I reach the locker room. The door briefly hovers behind me before slamming closed, followed by the sound of Kash's boots.

Of course he followed me in here.

I don't know why I thought he would do anything different. The man clearly doesn't know the definition of personal space or taking it slow. Ishouldhate it—I really should, and yet for someun-fucking-godlyreason, I don't.

Not yet, anyway.

“You didn’t have to follow me in here.” I sigh as I shake his leather vest from my shoulders. “I’m going right to the hotel once I get dressed.”

He huffs a laugh. “I’ll make sure you get there, blondie. It’s not like I’m in any hurry to get back to The Deli, anyway.”

Shaking my head, I slide his cut from my arms and set it on the bench before opening my locker. I ignore the lavishgiftsfrom Creed and dig out the pink bodycon dress I wore earlier. Pulling it over my head, the material sticks to my sweat-slicked skin as I stretch it over my chest, giving Kash one hell of a show.

Not that he seems to care.

“Worried about yourPrezscarring that cute face?” I tease, yanking the fabric lower, successfully covering my body.

“Something like that,” he mumbles, shuffling away from the lockers.

My stare falls to the bench where his vest sits as I left it. His silent command is loud:I’m wearing it until I’m at the hotel.

Asshole.

Rolling my eyes, I grab the leather before trailing after him.

Chapter twelve

Graves

My brothers' tension in the clubhouse thickens, choking me with each passing minute of silence.

IknowI should step in and break this up as a leader would, but even my position isn't enough to sway me. Not when Stone knew what he did with Stevie would cost him.Fucking idiot.After the way he shamedmethat night, one would think he wouldn't be such a goddamn hypocrite. Now, I'm forced to figure out whether he’s not as smart as I thought, or if he is simply willing to pay the price of his actions.

A persistent buzzing from my pocket distracts me from the guys. Frowning, I pull the device from my pocket to see several texts from an unfamiliar phone number.Odd.My fingers harshly swipe over the most recent text, revealing a surprisingly clear surveillance photo of the blonde temptress who's responsible for this strife between my family.

What the fuck is she wearing?

As I zoom in on the photograph, my heart fucking stalls. “Godfuckingdamnit!” I lash out, kicking the table in front of me. Another photo emerges, her back turned towards the camera, displayingourpatch in 4K.

Adrenaline tingles through my limbs as my heart ricochets against my sternum.Fucking Kash.Mack may have something to settle with Stone, but it has nothing on my score with Kash. After all of our excruciating work over the last few years, wefinallygot in with Atticus Lennon. All of the lives we lost—the ones we’ve taken, and he throws it all in our faces byclaiming her.

I'm going to kill the sonofabitch.

“What happened?” Mack asks.

“Kash,” I grunt. Shaking my arms out, I try to bring back a semblance of feeling in them. “He fucked up.”

He did more than fuck up, but putting that into words right now feels like an impossible fucking task.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

Mack turns back to Stone, who stands unphased by my outburst. “You and I have something to settle.”

Stone’s arms relax at his side, accepting our VP’s word with a subtle dip of his chin. “We do.”

“You knew she was off limits,” Mack huffs in disbelief. “And you still went after her.”

“I did,” Stone admits. “Twice.”

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