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Brute scrubbed his fingers through his hair then raised an eyebrow at me. “It’s your jackpot too, my friend. Want to split it fifty-fifty?”

I looked over his shoulder toward the goods. “It’s all yours, Brute.”

I knew how Belemonte operated, so I had no interest in his shit. Faulty guns, cut drugs, and repackaged moonshine.

“Well, shit. You’re doing me a great kindness. Consider that debt you owed, paid.” Brute turned around. “Round ’em up, boys. I’ll call some of our men over to get the bikes. Get in these trucks and take them home!” he shouted.

“It was a damn fine pleasure working with you, Dominic.” Brute put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “You take care of yourself. I know things are a little rocky right now, but you know you can keep me on speed dial if your family needs our firepower.”

“I’ll do that. Now, if you don’t need anything else from me…”

“Nah, it’s all good. You late for a hot date?”

I chuckled darkly. “Actually, I am.”

Brute’s eyes went wide. “My Dominic on a real live fucking date? I’ve never known you to wine and dine them.”

True. Dating was messy and time-consuming. Better a no-strings-attached fuck, but this wasn’t exactly an ordinary date—not that it was any of Brute’s business.

Right on cue, the distant whine of sirens sounded. It was time to go.

“Ciao, amico.”

“Goodbye, my friend. And good luck.”

I walked back to the McLaren, listening to the crackle of flames and the roar of engines behind me. Sweet revenge. And if Belemonte wasn’t certain before, he sure as hell would be now.

No one ever fucks with the Lucas.

Chapter Six

Fallon

“You’re what?” Corinne shrieked. She shot up from the sofa in a flash, nearly spilling her wine.

“I’m… I’m going on a date,” I admitted.

After my father left last night, I cleared the table and left the dishes unwashed in the sink. I headed to bed, but my eye lids felt like sticker paper. I watched the sun rise from my bed. When my alarm started ringing, I was pouring out my second cup of coffee for the day.

“Fallon, why didn’t you tell me?” Corinne whined, grinning. “When is it? Who is it with? Oh, you called that guy with the dog, didn’t you?”

She bounced up and down, jostling her perfect auburn curls.

“Ugh, that guy was as dumb as a doornail,” I said, remembering the near-vacant look in his eyes.

She stuck her hands on her hips and gave me a comical glare. “Honey, you do know he doesn’t need anything going on up top to be able to rock your world down below, right?” She waggled her brows as she stared meaningfully below my waist.

“Yes, I get the picture, Corinne.” Even with my lack of sleep, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“All right, so who’s the hot date then?” she asked while excitement danced in her eyes.

I could understand her enthusiasm, but she didn’t know the truth. And when I failed to join in, her face dropped and she put a hand on my shoulder.

“You do know a date is supposed to be a good thing, right?” she said with both eyebrows cocked. “A little romance, some good food… maybe a little naked nooky afterward, you know?”

I sighed—I couldn’t help it. This date had nothing to do with romance, and there was no way in hell there’d be any “naked nooky” afterward. This was a “favor”, not a booty call.

She took my hand in hers. “Why do you seem so upset? Shouldn’t you be excited?”

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