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Surprise hits her when I point at the Glock lying on the bed.

“Best old man ever,” she whispers, mainly to herself, and picks up the piece.

I watch while she puts on the shoulder holster and checks the gun before putting it in the holster. Closing the distance, I take her face in my hands and take her mouth. She groans and I love the vibration. Her tongue swirls against mine, making my damn cock hard.

Pulling back, I place my forehead against hers to stare in her eyes. So many things to say, and yet she looks at me as if she can stare right inside my head; reading all the words I have to give.

Kenz feels our deeper connection as well ’cause she says, “Yeah, yeah, I know. We just found one another, don’t die, don’t do stupid shit, we have plans so stay alive and breathing.”

The corner of my mouth twitches and I give her a tight nod. She releases a deep sigh and rises on her tiptoes to brush her lips against mine once more.

Patting my chest she says, “Come on. We have shit to discuss, Amadeo to kill, a human trafficking ring to blow up, and people to save, capture, or kill.”

More words, vows, and truth. I watch her curvy ass sway to the door before I follow her out. Hoping to fuck our plans to stay alive and breathing will uphold.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

– KENZ –

Falcon and I walk into church where my cousin and his brothers are standing with Thorsten, Livi, and a handful of Wisely Dicey brothers. The discussion sounds heated and the looks all around are serious enough to know shit hit the fan.

I’m about to ask when Livi growls, “Impossible. If it’s not any law enforcement division, then it’s a new player in town. They must know the cartel took a hit and are putting an end to their business. It opens the field to put down their own roots.”

Thorsten glances at Falcon and comes to a stop in front of us. “Archer just got word about a 911 call. One of the cartel’s underground brothels has been hit. All the women were outside huddled together, three of Amadeo’s guys who were running it are dead. No one knows what or who hit the brothel. The women aren’t talking either.”

“Now what?” I ask. “Do we need to find out who is targeting Amadeo first?”

Archer appears next to Thorsten. “We’re leaving. There’s no way we can find out who is behind the brothel clean up. The way it looked? I’m doubting Amadeo knows yet. We need to hit the road now before he does find out and goes into hiding. He thinks he has the advantage of knowing this is a setup. We’re going in expecting a trap, there’s a fucking difference.”

“I’m going too,” Livi states.

“No fucking way,” Thorsten snarls.

Livi gives her old man a hard shove against his shoulder. “I’m a former special agent, highly trained for these situations. Hell, better trained than any of you fuckers.”

“Except for me and my brothers,” Archer mutters underneath his breath, earning himself a glare from my best friend, and cousin.

“You’re pregnant. It’s not just you you’re putting at risk, it’s our unborn child as well.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “I can’t fucking think if you’re there.”

Livi releases a deep sigh. “I’ll be in the bulletproof SUV with Kenz. We don’t need to get out ’cause we just need Amadeo to show up, right? A visual of her is all we need to make it believable.”

Thorsten grits his teeth and you can tell the man is losing this battle. “Jocko will be behind the wheel, Kenz in the passenger seat, and you in the back. Under no circumstances will you fucking leave the SUV, understood?”

Archer claps his hands. “Then it’s settled. Let’s move, people. Come on, we’re wasting precious time here.”

There are three SUVs outside, one is empty while the other two are filled with Broken Deeds members.

Archer gives Falcon a chin lift and turns to me. “I want you in the first vehicle. Bee is in the second one along with Wyatt and Austin. She put a tracker on the vehicle. Still, we’ll make sure it won’t leave our sight. Like Thorsten told Livi, do not under any circumstances leave that fucking SUV. There’s a lot of shit going on and we need to make sure everyone stays safe.”

“I won’t do any rogue shit as long as my old man stays safe,” I tell him because I’m not going to sit on my ass when my old man is in trouble, injured, or what-fucking-ever.

We don’t have a grip on the future so I can’t simply make a promise I won’t be able to keep.

My cousin releases a deep sigh and shakes his head. “Fierce old ladies and family members are a fucking pain in the ass to deal with.”

I shrug and turn to Falcon. His eyes are piercing when he reaches out and grabs my nape to pull me closer. His mouth brushes against mine and I close my eyes to sink against him, taking in his scent, his strength, his warmth.

He pulls back way too soon and places his lips right next to my ear when the distorted word comes out on a hot breath, “Safe.”

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