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Curse words start flying around. The fact we haven’t been able to track this cunt down is unsettling. Him knowing where Michelle lives is unacceptable. It also means that we go into code grey.

We take the law into our own hands and plant evidence on the fucker.

It’s usually pretty easy. We plant a stolen gun on him and call in the cops. He’s on probation and a felon, so he’ll go straight back to lock up, and Michelle can carry on with her life. We will help her get set up somewhere new if that’s what she wants.

“Where do you want us to start, Prez?” Mac calls out.

“Two people on her at all times. We need to find this fucker so we can give him a present for the cops.”

“We could ask Nicky to help?”

“Dude, you are so whipped, it ain't even funny anymore,” Buck says, shaking his head.

“This isn’t about being whipped, shithead. Nicky, does tech stuff remember? We could ask him to help.” I turn to Kenny, who seems to be thinking about it.

“We’ll have that as an option, but I want to do it our way first.” I zone out as he starts telling people when they need to take a shift. There was something there on his face when I suggested Nicky. There is a reason he’s not asking him.

I hang back as everyone leaves until it’s just me and Kenny…and Mac.

“He’s only been here four days, Booker. I’m not going to pull him into this and risk him getting scared and leaving.” Kenny says without me having to say anything. “He’s a flight risk anyway, what with him being a nomad and Reed being a shit to him.”

That shocks me. “What is Reed saying?”

“Passive-aggressive comments, according to your mom. I’m gonna have a word with him today.”

I can’t help but sigh. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair. I really do think he could help us, though.”

“I know, kid.”

Nodding goodbye, I decide to go find Nicky.

He’s not in the bar, kitchen, his room, or the offices. His bike is outside, so I know he’s here. I walk past the open door of the movie room.

“Oooooh, am I going to get a live sex show?” I hear Nicky say.

I don’t give a flying fuck what it says about me, but I made it crystal clear that Nicky is mine…or he will be. Everyone knows he is off limits, so what dickhead has a death wish? “I wanna see some hockey butts.”

What the fuck?

I stomp into the room and see him curled up on the plum purple couch, looking at his phone. “What the fuck are you doing?”

The lust I see flare in his eyes better be for me.

He smirks. “I’m trying to convince two hockey players to show me their asses.” He looks back at his phone. “Booker-”

He scrambles to sit up when I snatch his phone from his grasp and look at the screen. Two hot shirtless guys in bed fill the screen.

The blonde one waves at me, which snaps me out of my shock.

“Hi, I’m Max, and this is Bron. Are you Booker?”

Max. My insides slowly unknot themselves as I realize that this is Nicky’s best friend. The guy who he said is like a brother.

“I am,” I say, throwing myself onto the sofa next to Nicky. “Has he been talking about me?”

Nicky leans into me so he can get in the frame, his scent surrounding me, making me hard. Why do I always have to be wearing fucking jeans around this man? The next time I see him, I better be wearing sweats. Or nothing at all. Being naked around Nicky with an erection is the better option.

“Oh, he talks about you,” Bron says.

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