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“What do you have in mind?” Blade asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “Part of me wants payback for Warden’s death. The other wants to clear the air, which is stupid.”

“You’re clinging to old memories,” Blade said. “It’s over, dude. The friendship died the day Warden was shot. The man in this photo and his brothers don’t care about anything but money. Otherwise, the Wolves wouldn’t be dealing with Los Emes.”

“I would still like to parley,” Deacon said.

“Your choice.” Blade frowned. “But do it on your own as a civilian and don’t involve the Spawn.”

“I can live with that.” Deacon d turned his attention to Barron. “Are you going to Nightshade soon?”

Shit.Barron swallowed. The upcoming visit to Nightshade was supposed to be a fun learning experience for Yoanni, not a time to expose her to MC politics.

“Why do you ask?” he asked cautiously.

“If the Wolf’s there, I’d like to approach him. Peacefully. Request a parley.”

“Here’s the thing.” Barron stepped forward. “Nightshade is our special hangout. Master Darius goes the extra mile for the Spawn. When you sayapproach peacefully, you better mean it. ’Cause if you make a scene, Master Darius will kick your ass, and I’ll help him. I don’t give a shit about your Spawn seniority. Got me?”

Chuckling, Deacon turned to Blade. “Cranky bastard, ain’t he?”

Blade folded his fists together. “You can’t blame him. He’s protecting all our interests. Most of us are Dominants, and Nightshade caters to our needs and lifestyle. We don’t want to lose that.”

“Yeah, dude.” Shifter piped up. “We love you, but we also know your temper. We can’t allow you to fuck it up. Nightshade just opened an age-play room. I promised my girl I’d take her.”

“Okay. If the Wolf is present, I promise to be cool. If he balks, I won’t push.”

“For real?” Barron asked.

“I swear,” Deacon replied.

“All right. Thursday night, I’m taking my woman. You can come.” Barron pointed to Johnny Gun. “Johnny G will be with us. He’ll keep an eye on you.”

“Him?” Deacon growled, staring at Johnny Gun. “I don’t think so.”

“Not a good way to start.” Barron shook his head. “Take it or leave it.”

“Fine. I’ll take it,” Deacon said and left the room.

Barron eyed Blade. “What’s that all about?”

“He’s an uptight father.” Blade rubbed his temples. “He thinks Johnny Gun is after Isolde.”

“He’s nuts,” Johnny Gun protested. “I’ve barely said two words to the girl.”

Blade waved a hand. “Ignore him. Once he goes back to Dalton, he’ll forget about it.”

“Are we done here?” Shifter asked, standing.

“We are,” Blade said.

“Good, I’m going to the agency.” He glanced at Barron and Johnny Gun. “You guys coming? There’s work to do.”

“Meet you there,” Barron said and walked out, his mind on Thursday night. Deacon better not ruin Yoanni’s evening. His sweet Little deserved a fun night, and Barron was going to deliver.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Yoanni tucked the signed document into a file folder, scribbled the title on the tab, and scowled at the clock on her desk. Would this day ever end?

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