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“I will, trust me, Umbra. I will.” His plea makes me grin.

“I trust no one, fool, but trust me. If you do not find them, so I can kill them all and getMoy oganback, you will be the one getting killed!” Disconnecting the call before he can reply, another woman catches my gaze further up the street. This woman also reminds me ofMoy ogan.She has the same shade of auburn locks flowing down her back.Shall I shed more blood today and follow this one too?

I debate in my head if it is a good idea to take her life since I am so close to my apartment and so many people are on the street right now. I will certainly be seen, and there are no private areas that I can think of to play with her in a close vicinity to us. I am just not sure. Then an idea pops into my head. I think I may just kill everyone that reminds me of Natalia until she is back with me and I have the real thing back in my possession.

I am distracted when I decide to start following this new auburn-haired woman. Suddenly, I am startled by a cab honking at me; that’s when I realize that I am in the middle of the street. I jump back on the center median near me, but I keep my eye on the prize until I can catch up to her farther down the sidewalk.

This should be fun.

Conrad

Thisnewvigilantehasme frustrated and feeling the pressure. How does this woman have information that I don’t? How did she find BJ? There are so many questions I have that need to be answered. I have access to every server there is. The fact that she knows more than me has my whole game thrown off. I have been at it all day, looking through all my sources. Spitfire has checked on me a few times, bringing me food and trying to comfort me, keeping me from going off the deep end.

Footsteps sound from my doorway, and I know they’re Nat’s by the way she steps so lightly, like she is floating. She comes up from behind me and starts to massage my shoulder. I instantly relax into them, releasing the tension that has built up.

“Conrad, are you still doing okay? Have you found anything? If you haven't found anything, maybe you should take a break.” She moves around to the front of me, making eye contact while taking a seat and straddling my lap.

“Spitfire, the things you do to me, baby,” I moan into her neck. “I was so relaxed after our night together. Now, I’m wound tighter than an eight-day clock. Ginger has me racking my brain. How does she know what happened after the auction in Vegas? She has to have an insider somewhere. That is the only way I can possibly think of her getting information that I don't even have.”

“I’m sorry, I know you get upset when something or someone slips by you, but she is not our enemy, Conrad. Too bad we couldn't work together. She seems kinda bitchin' if you ask me.” She shrugs, giving me a little giggle while wiggling her ass on my lap. I know she feels my hard length under her when she raises a brow at me.

“Sorry, Spitfire, we have no time for that right now. As much as I would love to bury my cock in you, we are on a deadline.” It kills me to say that to her, especially when she gives me her pouty-lipped puppy dog look.

Thank the lord, I am saved by Alexie and King loudly fighting in the hall before Alexie gracefully saunters into my room. “I have an idea on how to get to Ivan before this Ginger woman does. Can you have everyone meet us in the dining room, say… I don't know, ten minutes?”

“I can most certainly do that. Nat was just telling me I needed a break, so this is perfect timing.” I slap Nat’s ass, telling her to move so I can reach my phone and text everyone in the group message.

Conrad: Alexie has a plan. He wants us to all meet in the dining room in ten minutes. Please and thank you.

King: Oh Shit! See, just like I said the other day, we are taking orders from him and Stryker now.

Stryker:eye roll emojiShut the fuck up, King. I’ll be there.

Marcela: Sounds like a plan.

Conrad: King, you just ask for trouble, don't you? Lol

BJ: Oh joy! I'll be over shortly. I’m just finishing putting the last layer of putty on my door's knife hole, now it has to dry before I can paint her beautiful again.

King: I don't know about everyone else, but I like my holes wet, not dry, BJ.

Stryker: I also enjoy a wet hole or two.

Marcela: I second that.

BJ: You are all dirty birds, I can’t. See you soon!

The text thread has Nat and me cracking up as she reads the messages with me. We gather ourselves and head downstairs.

Once we are all gathered in the dining room, Alexie moves to the head of the table where Stryker sits, causing Stryker to scoot his chair to the side with a gesture to give him the ‘floor,’ so to speak.

King clears his throat, “Another show of shared leadership, I’m telling you guys.”

Stryker punches King’s arm since he is within arms reach of him now. “I really fucking hate you sometimes, King. Other people besides me are allowed to talk around here. You act like I’ve been some type of dictator or something over the years.”

“Can I talk now and give you all my ideas, or are we arguing over power some more?” Alexie looks to King and Stryker, raising a brow. King shuts up, putting his arm out, gesturing for him to begin.

“Well, I have decided we should use my Bratva to help us get Ivan and make our deadline before the sexy assassin woman can mess everything up,” he begins telling us.

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