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“But isn’t that my d…”

He shook his head. “No. Babe, your career is to take care of hurt people. This will affect you harder than most.”

“In my office,” Striker said behind them. “You too, Willow. I want to know what you had to do with this.”

Jana was glad when Willow pressed her lips together and followed them into the house.

“What happened?” Kristina said.

“I’ll tell you later, Babe,” Striker said and kissed her hard on the lips before walking away. “Someone get Blood and tell him to come to the office.”

Gunner pulled her along, and her stomach got tighter with every step closer to the office.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jana stiffened when the office door closed behind them, leaving Striker, Feral, Gunner, Willow, and her. The room was pretty big, but the abundance of hostile testosterone made it feel like there was no air or room to move around. It didn’t help that Gunner hadn’t taken his hand off of her.

Striker took a seat behind the massive desk while Feral sat on a corner of it.

“Talk,” Striker barked.

Jana looked around and saw that everyone was looking at her. She cleared her throat. “Cherry stopped me in the main room. She said Gunner needed me out by the gate. I was suspicious, of course.”

“But you didn’t think to call for one of the guys?” Striker asked.

“I was still dealing with the slut,” Jana said. She turned and smiled at Willow. “And then Willow walked up.”

“You heard what the slut said?” Feral asked Willow.

Willow shrugged. “I think most of it.”

“What then?” Striker asked Jana.

“I knew something was up by the way she acted.”

“Again, why did you not call one of the guys?” Striker said. “We’ve got close to forty of them, for fuck’s sake.”

“Because I had Willow,” Jana said.

All three men cursed, and Willow grinned.

Striker looked at Gunner. “You deal with that later.”

Gunner nodded.

“So, Cherry left, and we followed a minute later. We heard a car peal out, and then nothing. Willow and I walked around the fence, and a guy was hiding behind a tree just a few feet away. Before we could react, he gripped me and tried dragging me away. I had him talking, and that’s when he told me he was the one who tortured and killed my cat and beat me. I kind of lost it. I stuck him with the knife I got from Willow.”

The men turned to Willow and glared. Willow wasn’t affected by it at all. Jana really wished she had Willow’s courage.

“Go on,” Striker said.

Jana cleared her throat again. “So, I stuck him in the leg. Nothing serious because I didn’t want him to die yet. He fell to the ground yelling, Willow picked up the gun, and I started whaling on him.”

Jana glared at Gunner over her shoulder. “I would have kept going if someone hadn’t torn me away from my playtime.”

Willow hooted, and the men growled.

“Jesus Christ. These women are getting into more trouble than our guys ever did,” Striker said.

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