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“Well, I’m the only boy who should be eating your brownies from now on. So these assholes are just out of luck,” I growled.

Axel looked back over his shoulder at us. “Please tell me we’re not talking about Mika’s actual brownies because I’m gonna need more of those—and soon—’cause they were seriously good.”

“I’ll make you more brownies, I promise. Now, Hawk, let’s go home.”

I knew he didn’t meanhomethe way that sounded, but I loved hearing him call my condohishome. At some point, we’d have to talk about me not wanting him to leave, but now wasn’t the time.

“Maddox, Axel, do you two have plans for tonight?”

“I don’t,” they both said at the same time.

“Great. Would the two of you go out tonight and make the rounds of the biker bars? See if you can get any leads on our missing Jackals.”

The brothers looked back and forth between each other before looking back at me. “Sure, we can do that.”

“Thanks, guys.” I held out my hand, and Mika took it. “Okay, let’s go.”

When the elevator doors closed behind us, I looked down at him. “So, poker, huh?”

“Yeah. I used to play with my grandmother a lot. She loves playing cards of all kinds. Rook is her favorite, but she likes poker, too. I wasn’t kidding, though, when I said wouldn’t have bet like that if I’d realized it was real money.”

Chapter twenty

Hawk

I woke up Monday morning wrapped around a very warm, very naked Mika. I thought about waking him up, but he didn’t have to go to work, so there was no reason he couldn’t sleep in. I, however, did have work to do, so I carefully slipped my arm out from under him and got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled.

“I have to go to work, baby boy.”

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and threw the covers back. “I guess it’s that time, isn’t it?”

“Go back to sleep. You don’t have to get up.”

“I do, too, because you need to eat breakfast, Daddy. You get in the shower, and I’ll have something ready for you when you get out.”

“You know, I managed to feed myself before you were staying here, baby boy.”

He gave me a look that told me he wasn’t impressed at all. “Just take a shower while I fix you a real breakfast.” He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said that food was his love language, and believe me when I tell you I didn’t mind at all, so I happily took my ass off to the shower.

By the time I cleaned up and got dressed for the day, Mika had put together a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, and home fries. I was going to have to talk to Gator about adding a couple extra sparring sessions each week to work off the added calories. Not that I was complaining. Eating Mika’s food every day was totally worth a little extra time in the gym.

“So, what are you going to do today?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m kind of tired of sitting around crocheting. Maybe I’ll binge-watch some television or download a book to read.”

I went to him and pulled him into my arms. “I’m so sorry, sweet boy. I’m gonna find him and put an end to this for you. You won’t have to stay cooped up in here much longer.”

“I wasn’t complaining, Hawk. I appreciate what you’re trying to do. And of all the places in the world for me to be holed up in”—he motioned around the condo—“this is a pretty nice option.”

“I know. But what I want is for you to be free to live your life. Speaking of which, I need to get to work so I can find this guy.” I kissed him goodbye and headed down to my office to get to work on tracking Butch down.

Maddox and Axel had gone out late Saturday night and asked around. They’d managed to find a couple leads for me, but I couldn’t follow up on those until tonight. I spent about half an hour checking my email and touching base with a few sources to see if they’d heard anything over the weekend—to no avail. At that point, I’d had enough of sitting around and decided to revisit some of the motorcycle repair shops and see if they could tell me anything new.

I walked over to the safe on my wall, took out myGlock 19, checked the mag, and holstered it at my hip before grabbing my keys. I turned to leave when there was a light tap on my door, and Wolfe’s assistant pushed it open.

“Hey, Hawk. Chance Kelly is here to see you.”

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