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“I reserve the right to veto any names he comes up with,” Emma said to Kaz.
Before Kaz could agree, Cooper cooed, “Ooh, I’mma get you a good one, Stiletto 2.0.”
Emma’s expression remained blank, but Kaz caught her by the wrist before she could pull one of the many knives she had strapped to her body.
Cooper pointed at Emma, his brows high. “Mama? Cougar? Banshee?”
Emma’s glare was deadly, and Cooper didn’t seem to realize the danger he’d just put himself in because if he kept going, Kaz was going to release Emma’s wrist and sit back to watch his demise.
Cooper backed away, hands up, but the look on his face had Kaz preparing for the worst.
“Candy? Cherry? Ooh, I know: Sugar.”
Kaz snapped his gaze onto Emma’s face and cringed at the murderous look in her eyes. If anyone knew how to inflict the most pain with the least permanent damage, it was her. She was a paramedic, after all.
“The only thing I’ll be stripping is your skin off your bones,” Emma said, her voice steady, but the tone was pure venom.
Emma looked at Kaz’s hand on her wrist, then slowly raised her gaze to look at him. He let go instantly, and the smile spreading on her face had him taking a step back.
“I don’t wanna have to bury any bodies just yet,” he said, arching a brow at her.
Emma’s smile turned dark.
“Bold of you to assume there’ll be anything left of him to bury.”
A huff escaped him, and he motioned for her to proceed. He knew she wouldn’t kill Cooper, but even if she did, she hadn’t been patched in yet, so the bylaws didn’t apply.
Cooper finally realized he’d fucked up and took off running. Emma followed at a leisurely pace, a knife in each hand. Nicky and Ciara noticed, and from what he could tell, Ciara was trying to convince Nicky to interfere on Cooper’s behalf. Nicky didn’t look much obliged to do so, but he suspected she would do it for Ciara.
He shook his head. He wasn’t sure what the hell he’d gotten himself into, but he knew he would get these people turned into Kings if it was the last thing he did. It didn’t matter how long it would take; once he succeeded in turning this club into something he could be proud of, he was going after what he truly wanted: Miles.
CHAPTER THREE
Miles
HE’D BARELY been home half an hour when his doorbell rang. He pulled his front door open and couldn’t help but smile at his best friend, who stood on the other side, grinning as he held up a six-pack of beer.
“I’m here to help drown your sorrows,” Ezra said and handed the six-pack to Miles, who stepped back and let his friend inside.
“Have we reached the point where we just skip the moral support?”
Ezra’s blue eyes lit up, and he walked backward down the hall, his hands held up like he was weighing something. “Moral support?Eh.Moron support? Fuck yeah.”
Miles snorted and shook his head. Ez was a breath of fresh air. He always knew how to get him out of a funk.
He followed Ezra into his living room, where they sat down on the couch. He pulled two cans free and handed Ezra one. He took a big gulp of his beer, but he already knew that drowning his sorrows wouldn’t do anything except give him a hangover, which was the last thing he needed.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” he mumbled, burying his face in his hands.
Ezra snorted. “You don’t need to do nothing. A golden opportunity is gonna come knocking. It always does.”
He turned his head to look up at Ezra through his fingers. Ezra was smiling, but it wasn’t one of his I’m-making-fun-of-you smiles. It was a genuine, soft smile.
“You really think so?”
“Yeah,” Ezra said with a nod.
Miles straightened, a smile tugging at his lips.
