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“Then why not kill me?”

“Doesn’t make sense, you’re right. We’ll have more motive once they make the arrest.”

“What do you want to do, Sloane?” Sandro asked me. “I can take it out for you.”

“You’re not touching her,” Dom snarled.

“That’s hardly your decision,” Sera shot back.

“It’s in her upper right butt cheek.” Bianca’s cheeks flamed. “You’ll have to…uh, be…naked or wear a thong.”

“I can wear my bathing suit.” I had no reservations about letting Sandro dig around in my flesh. I trusted him enough to have done minor surgery on himself. But I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Bianca might not want her husband touching another woman’s buttocks even if it was to remove a tracker, so I asked her, “Can you do it? All you have to do is make a small incision and yank it out.”

“I’d rather not. What if I cut too deep?”

“Sera?”

But she was already shaking her head.

Dom crossed his arms. He was in a staredown with Sandro, and I could feel the violent waves rolling off him.

“Aren’t you hungover?” Sandro asked.

“Fuck you,” Dom gritted. “Finding out someone put a tracker in my woman is enough to turn me stone-cold sober.”

“Hey,” I snapped. “I’m not your woman. Got me?”

“But I’m your man,” he replied with conviction.

I shot Bianca and Sera a helpless look as if saying,I give up.

For someone who didn’t want drama, Dom was certainly full of it. And where the hell was thisI’m your mancoming from? He was suddenly committed? I didn’t trust his change of heart or words out of his mouth right now.

“Fine, Dom, you can do it. But only if we don’t damage the tracker.” I was regaining some of my spunk. Apparently the man before me had a way of firing me up.

“I’ve done it before,” Dom informed me.

“Why am I not surprised?” I said dryly. “I’m gonna get my kit and change.” It was no big deal, but I could see how the two women would be averse to doing it. Handling a scalpel and cutting into skin could make the inexperienced woozy. I’d seen both men and women faint just by looking at a needle plunge into muscle.

I put on a bikini bottom and peeked out of my bedroom, but Dom was already leaning against the wall outside of it. For fuck’s sake.

He entered the room with all the predatory vibes in the universe. Even hungover, he radiated a lethal aura only enhanced by his rough appearance.

“Don’t even think of trying any seduction.”

He genuinely looked insulted. “I’m not that insensitive.”

I grabbed the marker I had brought out and faced the full-length mirror. I felt around for the tracker. “It’s right here. You can probably see the incision site.”

He lowered to a knee and moved his head closer. I could feel his breath on my skin. I wasn’t aroused and was surprisingly jaded. “Just so you know, my libido is dead.” It was probably from the antidepressants I was taking, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I’m just concerned for you. Bianca and Sera already warned me and gave Sandro the green light to take me out if I misbehave.”

His tone was part amused, part affronted. Like he couldn’t believe their loyalty was to me instead of him. I also wasn’t sure how I felt about Bianca and Sera stepping in to defend me, but I remembered my therapist’s words about allowing people to help me.

It wasn’t weakness.

Blowing out a breath, I handed him the marker. “Please mark the spot.”