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“Fuckin’ chill.” He laughed. “Why ya so pissed?”

“She’ll put me in a mental asylum.” I sat at my desk and ran a hand through my hair, before reaching into my drawer to grab one of the backup phones I kept in there. “How am I meant to keep her safe when she’s fuckin’ around with random assholes?”

Breaker blew a hard breath before perching his ass on the edge of my desk. “Look. Do I like the idea of my little sister fuckin’? No way. But what do you want me to do, Colt?”

“She’s too damned young.” I placed the SIM card in the new cell.

Breaker’s head reared back. “She’s twenty-fuckin’-four!”

“Who’s twenty-fuckin’-four?” a voice asked from the door.

I turned to see Cash standing at the threshold, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrow cocked.

“Freya,” Breaker’s lips thinned. “Colt’s tryin’a cockblock her again.”

Cash held up a hand, face hardening. “Donottalk about my sister needin’ to be cockblocked.”

Breaker folded his arms across his chest. “Like I said to this prick. Freya’s a fuckin’ adult, and she’s allowed to have a sex life, and at least while she’s gettin’ it in Colorado, she’s not moping over Colt.”

My eyebrows slashed together. “The fuck you say?”

“Oh, come on,” Breaker rolled his eyes. “She’s crushed on you for years. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. I mean, my head’s been riddled with PTSD, and I still saw it.”

Something shifted inside my chest.

“You better not say that in front of Dad.” Cash winced. “He’ll flip.”

Break shrugged. “He’ll get over it. Freya’s been in love with Colt since she was a kid.”

“Whoa!” I protested, holding up a hand defensively. “Let’s calm the fuck down now. Freya’s not in love with me. I’m too old for her,” I sniffed, “anyway, she never said anythin’.”

“For someone so smart, you’re a goddamned idiot.” Cash muttered, turning to Breaker. “Dunno why we’re even wastin’ time discussing it. He hasn’t got the balls to claim her. Eventually, she’ll marry some stuck-up asshole and not give him any more attention, then he’ll see the light, but it’ll be too late.”

A prickle ran down my spine. “Your pop would beat me to fuck if I touched Freya.”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t give a fuck if it was Cara. Nobody would keep me away from her.”

“Same with Kitten,” Break mused. “I’d pick her every time.”

“For somebody so perceptive, you can’t see the forest for the trees.” Cash shook his head at me frustratedly. “Come on. We need to get our asses to Church.”

I stood, slipping my backup phone into my pocket, and followed the boys out of my office.

Prez had warned me off Freya since the day I joined the club, and I respected him enough to listen. It sounded weird even to my own ears, but Freya was my best friend. I’d always loved her like a sister, but I had to admit that over the last few years, our relationship had changed.

“Here we go,” Breaker muttered as we reached the door to Church. He held his thumb up to the electronic pad on the wall, waiting for the buzz of the locks disengaging before walking in.

Greetings went up as I followed the boys inside, and we all exchanged chin lifts.

“Where’s Prez?” I asked.

Atlas shrugged. “Fuck knows. It’s not like Dagger or Abe to be late.”

Cash checked his watch. “They’re not technically late. It’s us who’re early for a change.”

I sat and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket to check my messages. My thumb hovered over Freya’s name, wondering if Charlie fucknut had messaged more bullshit.

“Prez’ll knock you out if he sees you on your cell,” Atlas muttered.

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