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Hanging up the phone, he presses a kiss to my cheek before going to stand.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I need to go take care of some business at the club. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Is everything okay?” I frown at his tense demeanor.

His jaw clenches before he nods.

“Do you remember the manager?”

I nod.

“Apparently, there is a video of him stealing money out of the safe. Fifty grand.”

My eyebrows shoot up at that.

“What are you going to do?”

He levels me with a look that has me smirking.

“Are you going to go beat him up like some Vegas pit boss?”

Dom scoffs but doesn’t deny it, which makes me grin.

“I like seeing this side of you.”

“What side?” he asks.

“The dangerous side. The rough and tough badass. It’s hot.”

He gives me a dubious look then crouches down over me, pressing his lips against mine before pulling away.

“You’re a little fucked up. You know that, right, baby?”

I nod. “I’m coming to terms with it. How could I not be when I have two sexy as sin mercenary boyfriends?”

Dominic scoffs but gives me a small smile before heading out the door. I smile at him before focusing back on the TV, a new wave of cramps taking over that has me curling into myself.

“Angel? Are you okay?” Zayden says as he comes into the living room, a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, his inked skin dotted with several beads of water, and that jet-black hair wet.

I look up at him and give him a weak smile.

“I’m fine. I just fucking hate periods.”

“No shit. You should be pregnant with my baby right now. Not in pain.” He frowns before coming down to kneel in front of me.

“What can I do?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.

“Nothing. The heating pad isn’t doing much right now, and I just want a little relief,” I groan.

“Relief?” he questions. “I can do that.”

I frown at him before he tosses the heating pad across the room, turning my legs so they hang off the couch as he begins peeling down my sleep shorts.

“Zay, what are you doing?” I ask as he bunches up myshorts and panties in his hand, throwing them to the ground.

“Giving you relief.”

“I’m on my period, though. I don’t have cute little light periods. I’m bleeding a lot,” I argue.

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