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His voice dropped to a baritone. "This video could be old footage. It might be someone else. Of course, I would want it to be Malakai for your sake, but…"

I broke away from his arms. "So, while my brother is suffering, we sit on our asses and do nothing?"

"You know that's not what I'm saying. Since you were all in my mouth this morning, you would know that I asked Saint to get information on the video by any means necessary! We need more intel."

"Fuck intel. I'm going to Jahlil and confront him about the video," I snapped.

Dutch approached me with his massive frame. "It's too dangerous to enter Jahlil's territory."

I laughed bitterly. "My whole life has been dangerous. I don't care anymore."

"It's a trap!" Dutch growled, frustrated now.

I stepped to him and jabbed my finger into his chest. "What I'm not going to do is ask for your permission. We won't know until we confront him."

Dutch looked at me, not backing down, but shit, neither was I. Not when Malakai's life was on the line. Dutch's gorgeous hazel eyes narrowed. "If you think I'm going to let you do it alone, it's not happening."

"Let me?" My blood was boiling. "Since when have you 'let' me do anything?"

"That's not how I meant it. Why are you so fucking stubborn?" he asked.

"Why are you so fucking controlling?" I countered.

We would have been face-to-face if he weren't taller than me. Instead, all I got was a whiff of his cologne as his strong armslifted me off my feet. Our kiss was passionate and desperate, like uncharted territory and coming home all at once.

At this moment, I was more scared of Dutch's arms around me than anything Jahlil could throw my way.

His lips found mine again. This time, he was gentle, and I lost myself in the kiss as our hands roamed each other's bodies. I'd forgotten about the ledger, Malakai, and any danger lurking outside. It was just Dutch and me at that moment. I tugged at his shirt, anxious to feel my skin against his.

We stumbled toward the wall. We were a mess of clashing hands as we removed each other's clothing. Dutch pressed me against the wall, dropping his mouth to my neck before traveling down to my breasts. He captured a nipple in between his teeth, making me whimper. I wanted to reciprocate and go down on him, but he never gave me the opportunity. He grabbed his dick and plunged inside. He had me digging my nails into his shoulders and gasping for air.

"Goddamn," he groaned.

I locked my legs around Dutch, trying to get some traction against the wall. I forced him to hit a different angle, deeper.

"Dick isn't supposed to be this damn good!"

Dutch put his mouth on mine, silencing me while he stroked me again. With the wall getting too slippery, he put me on my feet and turned me around. He plunged inside, causing a smacking noise. He held my waist to keep me in place while he pushed inside my moisture. As Dutch began to hit his peak, I melted on his dick, releasing right behind him.

"Shit," he muttered.

We ended up in the bathroom together, doing our best to clean up with water and paper towels. Afterward, we reached for our scattered clothes in the studio and dressed in a comfortable silence.

"We can head out to the safe house to shower and then return to the club this evening."

"Sounds good."

I picked up my bag and flung it over my shoulder. We exited the shop, and I locked the door. We climbed onto Dutch's bike, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against his back before he kicked the bike in gear and pulled off.

We cruised toward the freeway.Makari's arms were around my waist, and her chin was propped up on my shoulder. Her breath on my neck was distracting as hell.

"I want to make a pit stop," Makari stated.

"It's not safe to be in the open like this. We need to get to the safe house."

"Live a little, big man. I want to see your mom."

I blew out air. "Fine," I agreed. Makari was going to get us killed one day, but I told her she could visit my mama.

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