Page 165 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Anyway…” Cami said loudly. “Gracias por el cumplido, Torres.”

“De nada. Cualquier cosa para molestar al jefe.”

Crew knew thatjefemeant boss so they were clearly talking about him. He’d repeat what Torres said into his translator app later when no one was watching. Or listening.

“Be safe out there,” Nox said to her.

“Always,” Cami replied, giving him a smile. Her eyes flicked to Crew in an unspoken message before heading out the door.

As soon as, “Make sure to check in with me whenever you can,” slipped out of him, every muscled locked and his asshole pinched shut from his obvious fuck-up.

Nox’s gaze slid from the closed door to Crew.

Was the man actually smirking?

“Shut up,” Crew grumbled.

Nox threw up his hands. “I didn’t say shit.”

Oh yeah, he was smirking. A quick glance around the room proved that everyone else was, too. “Your thoughts are loud enough that I can hear them.”

Rez hooted loudly and fell forward laughing. “Nox might not say shit, but the rest of us won’t hold the fuck back.”

Crew jabbed a finger in his direction and warned, “You don’t need to say shit, either.”

“How the mighty have fallen.” Decker snickered.

“Fuck off. All of you. I didn’t say anything to her that I wouldn’t say to you all.”

Rodgers barked out a laugh.

“I thought you wore some kind of herb or garlic concoction around your neck to ward off women?” Finn asked.

“He sure as fuck does and only removes it when he wants to get laid,” Decker answered.

“Did you lose it?” Finn asked. “I figured you would have it padlocked around your neck.”

Crew got to his feet. “I didn’t lose shit. I wouldn’t be a good leader if I didn’t worry about my team.”

“Damn, brother.” Finn’s smirk was now a full-blown smile. “You know what’s so great about him falling for her?”

Though, he wasn’t the one being asked, Crew interjected, anyway. “I didn’t fall for anyone.”

“Is that she won’t take any of his shit,” Finn finished.

“She’s his karma,” Nox announced, not hiding his amusement with this whole thing. “Karma Cabrera.”

“Oh yeah, he deserves someone like her. Someone who can serve him the same shit he dishes out. I’m fuckinglovingthis,” Decker crowed.

At least someone was.

ChapterThirty-Two

After havinga meeting with both the leaders of the other task force groups as well as Bob Williams, what happened next was now officially out of his hands.

Unfortunately, the wheels of bureaucracy, as well as justice, moved slowly.

All he could do was report his group’s findings and hope for the best. Luckily, Williams had a good head on his shoulders and also recognized what a mess it could be if the Russos got a wild hair up their ass and decided to take out the Deadly Demons MC.

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