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And she’d let him…once this cheesy, made-for-TV drama was over.
Val came to stand beside her man, gripping his forearm and looking up into his face.
“What was it that Mad Dog didn’t want Frost to find?” she asked, definitely not at all smug about being right about Sarah being a plant.
“There’s two shell corporations with ties to him and some bad dudes out in Vegas. The money inside belongs to the Mendoza family, and they’re into trafficking, cocaine, and every other nasty thing Cartels are known for,” Red answered.
“So, Mad Dog is a Cartel stooge, and now that he’s gone down for his own bullshit, he’s shitting his pants, hoping the Feds don’t find his connection to the Mendozas,” Cluster added astutely, surprising everyone.
“That means he isn’t scared about getting more years behind bars, he’s worried about all his years being cut short when the Mendozas discover Mad Dog’s sloppy handling of their accounts, and send out a kill order,” Frost finishes, leaving the large room in stunned silence.
After a few moments, Horde spoke. “You got all of that because some chick coming after your woman?” he asked Frost.
Eyes glinting with sharp, jagged ice, face set in an expression that was equal parts terrifying and hot as hell, Frost curled his lips into a sneer, and said, “I will put down anyone who comes for my woman, and I’ll smile while I wipe the blood from my hands.”
TWENTY-FOUR
At Sarah’slook of terror—her skin pale and clammy looking, her body shaking in her too tight biker chick wear—Frost almost laughed.
Almost.
The situation wasn’t humorous, but there was a part of him, dark and dangerous, that reveled in Sarah’s expression of fear. Lapped at it. Liked the taste of it.
And that was the part of him where his love and desperate devotion to Emily dwelled.
“F-Frost, come on, you can’t mean that—we belong together,” Sarah implored.
Redtube cocked his head and murmured, “Where have I heard that before?”
Val snorted and slapped his arm. “That crazy bitch Shannon. Seems like Unchained men attract the stalker psychos.”
“Hey!” Sarah shrilled, lunging at Val, but Horde was there to grab her and hold her in place. She tried to fight his hold, but Horde was a big motherfucker. She was stuck.
“I suggest you keep your mouth shut for now,” Frost drawled, “anything you say can and will be used against you—and I am going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.”
She opened her mouth, as stupid as ever, to say something, but Horde’s growl at her back made her slam her mouth shut.
At least she wasn’t all the way stupid.
“I kinda wish my man Tornado, and my dude Stallion were here to see this,” Cluster muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. “They’d laugh their asses off. Well, Stallion would; Tornado would glower and brood like a proper introvert.”
Frost turned to share a surprised look with Patriot, who shrugged.
“Introvert?” Locust repeated. “Where the hell did you learn that word?”
Cluster gasped dramatically, grasping his kutte. “I’ll have you know I have Word-of-the-Day toilet paper in my bathroom. I shit and broaden my vocabulary at the same time.”
Laughter broke out—except Sarah, who was looking at Cluster in disgust.
Tornado was God knew where, dealing with his runaway bestie, and Stallion had the night off from managing Cool Hands, so he was more than likely getting his dick wet at one of his other spots in town. The man had three different bars where he’d go trolling for ass, making sure to keep his dick out of club pussy—for reasons only he knew about.
“You really are too much, Cluster,” Emily said, smiling.
Lord, there was the smile again. Soon, he would have all her smiles to himself again.
“So what do we do with the bitch? She’s been nothing but trouble since she got here, but she hasn’t done anything that warrants death…right?” Locust asked, very obviously leaning toward putting Sarah down.
“She isn’t worth the bullet,” Frost deadpanned, making Sarah whimper.
