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We couldn’t be sure if that was where he was keeping the evidence, but I had no doubt the man would have kept something that would implicate not only himself, but everyone in his circle. It was just about finding it.

His work computer was more secure, so that was where we were starting.

“When is he moving in?”

“This coming week,” Micah answered.

I nodded, thinking about the implication. If Kai retrieved the proof, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Judge Hudson’s name was on that list.

As much as I wanted to nail the bastard, I didn’t like knowing it would hurt Ryleigh.

“Did you interrogate the bastard in the shootout?” I asked.

Almost a week had passed since some bastard had decided to burn down one of the warehouses we operated in. During the inspection, the bastards had snuck up on us, trying to take us down. Luckily, they were outnumbered and unskilled, and though most of them had gotten away, I managed to tackle one of them to the ground before he could escape.

Not without injury.

My hand moved up to the bullet wound that Ryleigh had helped me dress the night of, not knowing the reason behind it.

That was probably what drove up her suspicions and why she decided to search through my apartment for answers.

Frustration tinged Micah’s eyes. “The bastard is a fucking street rat, hired to do someone’s dirty work. He doesn’t know anything.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Pretty sure he would have told me when I started to cut off his toes,” Micah answered casually, as if he were discussing the weather. I didn’t need to ask how the man was faring. He was probably fish food in the ocean by now.

I shook my head. There were too many inconsistencies, and I didn’t fucking like it one bit. The Mansen brothers were hiding somewhere, with the help of some very powerful people, and now the location of one of our warehouses was disclosed.

The only way anyone could have known about it was because we had a fucking rat in the ranks.

I clenched my fists, and Micah thumped me on the shoulder to get me out of my thoughts. I gritted my teeth when he hit a particularly sore spot, and judging by the glimmer in his eyes, the bastard knew it.

“Next time I fucking call, you fucking answer. If you make me drive seven hours just to get to you again, I’ll pummel your ass to the ground.”

I chuckled. “I’d like to see you try, old man.”

He rolled his eyes at me and walked off the porch. I watched him move to his truck, the engine roaring to life before he pulled away. I didn’t need to ask about how he would handle the Devil Sinners, and though I wasn’t happy about being left out of the action, I couldn’t complain too much. Not when I was walking back to my girl sleeping in my bed.

9

RYLEIGH

I was aroused.

Somewhere between being in my own dreamland and entering reality, I knew I was aroused.

The muscles around my pussy quivered when I felt a slight, wet pressure against it before my legs were shifted apart, making room for the huge man lying between them.

He licked up my slit with the flat of his tongue, and I groaned, moving in closer to him, trying to get more of him to me.

He hummed against me, the vibration making my insides feel funny as he spread me out even further by pushing my legs back toward my chest, lapping his tongue over my swollen clit.

“Oh, God,” I exclaimed, blindly reaching my hand down for his hair, tugging on it.

I still had my eyes closed.

I didn’t know how long he had been at this, but it must be a while, because I was so close.

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