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Livi picks up the hammer and takes a swing at Kayden’s knee. His head comes up and the fucker screams. Thorsten quickly takes the hammer from his old lady.

“Why did you do that? I wanted to hit him again,” Livi growls. “He deserves to die for screwing up again.”

“He deserves to die,” Thorsten agrees. “Especially since the fucker also confessed he was hired to become the cartel’s new Loverboy. He’s been hunting for chicks for the cartel to either sell or put to work in their underground brothels wearing our damn club colors. It’s safe to say Amadeo has completely taken over his father’s business. It’s not just as simple as taking this fucker out to keep Falcon and Kenz safe. We need to gather all the information and find every single one of these fuckers still working to end everything.”

It’s quiet until I state the obvious. “Which means you need Amadeo alive.”

Falcon nods, eyes angry as he stares at Kayden.

“It’s why we’re officially working together on this case,” Archer rumbles. “Not just assisting, our MCs will be working side-by-side until we’ve unraveled the human trafficking side of their business.”

Thorsten snickers. “More paperwork all around.”

Archer shoots him a glare. “Don’t fucking remind me.”

“You guys have a plan yet?” Livi questions.

Archer raises his eyebrow. “Club business, cousin. You know we can’t discuss shit with old ladies present. Besides, wheels are already in motion.”

Falcon tightens his arm around my waist, and I glance up to see the muscle in his jaw jumping while he glares at Archer. The wheels are already in motion…if what Archer mentioned is true, then the plan of offering me to Amadeo is still on.

“Unless it’s an old lady wrapped in the shitshow,” I state, wanting to know the details. “It’s not hard to guess what you guys are up to so you might as well throw it out there. Besides, there are only two old ladies. I’m the one involved in it, and the other one is the president’s old lady. Livi doesn’t seem the type to function without details, which means Thorsten will tell her most of it anyway.”

Archer rubs a hand over his face. “Sometimes it’s fucking annoying to have strong women in the family.”

Falcon takes my head in his hands and places his forehead against mine. He breathes in our closeness, and I can practically feel the raw emotions vibrating off him.

“Don’t worry,” I muse. “I can handle anything with you by my side.”

He shivers and brushes his lips so fucking tenderly against mine, it creates gooseflesh all over my body.

Pulling back, Falcon gives Thorsten a tight nod.

Thorsten returns the gesture and states, “We received a reaction on the photograph, showing we have you. He wants to meet tonight for a trade, an abandoned building on the edge of town. Ideally, we’d like to have you with us because the fucker could have eyes everywhere and not show up if he doesn’t see you.”

“Then I will come with you.” I don’t have to think twice. “I would like to have a gun and a few knives, though.”

Archer snickers. “You don’t need knives, Kenz. With your mother and twin brothers being champions in boxing and all…I happen to know you’re able to kick their ass any time, any place. So, if anyone is in knife reach? You’d be able to take them out with a punch so fucking hard…to the nose or throat, for that matter…it’ll knock ’em out cold.”

I can’t hide my smile, and I add in a serious tone, “I’d still want a gun, though.”

“You’ll get it,” Thorsten tells me. “Now, let’s untie this fucker and drag him into the backyard. Time for him to stop breathing, and for us to handle more pressing matters.”

Reaching for Falcon’s wrist, I keep him close and whisper, “Do you need to be there for the killing part?”

He frowns and gives a small shake before raising his eyebrow in question.

Licking my lips, I place my hand on his chest and say, “Maybe we could fool around a bit while they’re busy.”

Falcon grins, making my belly drop at high velocity. The man is ruggedly handsome, and always manages to set my bones on fire, even if it’s a mere photograph. A garbled growl rumbles from him, and I swear I feel it in my clit.

Bending his knees, he places his shoulder in my belly and gently throws me over his shoulder. The man is insane, he was freaking shot in the arm a mere few days ago. He’s not using his injured arm, though, but still. Falcon only snaps his fingers in Thorsten’s direction, doesn’t even explain or wait for a reaction before he walks right out of the room.

Placing a hand on Falcon’s ass, I use my other one to give Livi, Thorsten, and Archer a quick finger wave along with a huge grin. Living in the now is my motto with the shit we’re surrounded in, one Falcon shares.

CHAPTER TWENTY

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