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I wouldn’t allow him to fucking hurt her.

I looked away from him and got back to directing our men, though we had competent men in the club. They didn’t need much supervision from me.

We were getting ready for a big shipment for one of our biggest clients.

Julian Levine wasn’t the kind of man anyone wanted to cross.

And though the club had its own power and men, it was easier to work with the man than fight with him.

He provided the goods, and we got them to where they needed to be.

Drugs and guns were hidden in crates with false bottoms. The top showcased containers of some sort of fruit jelly developed in Germany that were supposedly in high demand in the U.S.

Even used as a decoy, Dominic was finding ways to make money, and I bet these little jars of jelly brought in a tidy profit.

I grabbed a jar from a passing crate and placed it next to me.

I bet Ryleigh would like this.

She would like it better when I spread it all over her body and licked it clean.

I was hard just thinking about it.

I looked back down at the phone, but it looked like she wasn’t going to do her nightly masturbation routine.

What a shame.

I put the phone away, surprised to hear Micah speaking up beside me. It was only years of training that I didn’t show any outward expression.

“You taking home one of the samples to try?” he asked, pointing at the jar of jelly. “Or bringing it over to the girl?”

I shot him a look. “You know, your interest in my love life is getting annoying.”

He looked at me curiously. “Is it love?”

I turned away from him and watched the progression. “It’s an obsession.”

“And it’s something like this that will get you killed. You want me to stop taking an interest? Stop acting like this girl is your weakness. Or better yet, stop trying to protect her from me.”

He was right on both accounts. Ryleigh was my weakness, and I was protecting her from Micah.

“And what are you going to do once you meet her?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

I didn’t fucking believe him.

“It’s new. We’re not ready to meet each other’s family.”

The idea that she would want to bring me home to meet her father was laughable. She didn’t recognize me, but I fucking betted Judge Hudson would.

He eyed me. “Are you serious right now?”

“Deadly,” I clipped.

He shook his head.

“Stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself, you know.”

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