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“It was Talon, wasn’t it,” I guessed.

“I went to that meeting with tears still streaking down my face. All I had with me was an 8-carat ruby and the painting my father had just stolen. I told Talon what happened and that I’d trade what I had with me for his finding my father’s killer. And that if he’d carry out the hit, I’d make him richer than he’d ever imagined.”

Jenna grinned, “And then she became the little sister that Talon never had.”

Margo smirked, “He thinks I’m a pain in the ass.”

Jenna shrugged, “Somebody’s got to keep him on his toes. How’d you get into the U.S. anyway?”

“You don’t want to know,” Margo muttered.

Which, of course, made us all want to know.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jenna asked, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I looked around the lot, brothers grilling, a couple of the younger ones shooting hoops toward the back, Deuce glaring in our direction while Brick and Ryder laughed at some joke, Gate and Talon talking while they nursed their bottles of beer, and the club girls trying to snag the attention of any brother wearing a cut.

“It does, but I don’t really understand why.”

“Look around,” Jenna said, gesturing the women standing around me. “Would you fuck with us?”

“Power in numbers, chica,” Layla said, propping her chin on my shoulder.

And this feeling, this unquestionable loyalty, washed over me like baptism.

I hadn’t been part of a sisterhood in so long that I’d forgotten how good it felt to have other strong women at my back.

And then I realized that the insecurity I’d been feeling had melted away. There was no need to spend time thinking about the club girls because I wasn’t one of them, and I never had been.

I was Gate’s queen. And it was time I started acting like it.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Better Than Any Dream I Ever Had

Gate

Gate followed Anna up the steps to their newly shared bedroom and decided that watching her ass sway under her silk dress was the best view he’d had since he’d seen her naked that morning.

The party had gone well. No fights. No police. Half the people there didn’t know what they were celebrating, but they didn’t really care either.

And Gate had always figured that the less most people knew, the better.

Nine had never shown, but that wasn’t entirely unusual. That brother did what he did and kept his shit tight, so Gate hadn’t worried too much about it.

And then Brick had rolled in with Margo.

And hadn’t that been eye-opening.

Gate smirked.

Looked like Brick had finally met his match, and Gate was betting that the sexy little Brit was gonna give his brother a run for his money. And Gate planned to laugh his ass off and enjoy the show.

Anna reached the bedroom and headed for the walk-in closet.

“Come here, kitten,” Gate said.

She turned around, a question on her face.

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