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“What?”

“Two things actually.”

“Wiz,” I growl, my fists clenching at my sides.

“The landlord said Mendez didn’t treat her good. He didn’t even think they were together, he assumed he was her caregiver because he had woman coming in and out of the apartment when she wasn’t home. But that very well could’ve been customers. The landlord didn’t know he was running drugs.”

Stupid motherfucker.

Not only did he get himself caught selling, but he took advantage of a gem like Birdie. A woman who doesn’t let her disability define who she is. Someone who finds color in the dark and gives it to others. What’s that saying—one man’s trash is another man’s treasure—it appears to be true.

Rolling my neck from side to side, I bite the inside of my cheek.

“You said there were two things. What’s the second?”

“The guide dog.”

“She told me the guide dog died,” I reply.

“She tell you it was killed?”

My gaze snaps to him, my nostrils flaring with rage. Birdie didn’t say anything about the dog being killed, she just said it died and I accepted her reasoning for lying in the first place.

“Judging by the look on the landlord’s face when he told me, I don’t think he means the dog was killed by a car either,” Wiz adds.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” I seethe.

“You’re going to ask her?”

I shake my head. When a man finds peace, he does whatever he can to keep it. It doesn’t matter if he deserves it or not. He’ll work his whole life to be worthy and the work starts now.

“Get me on the visitors list. I want to sit down with Mendez myself.”

I want to stare into his eyes and make it clear that whatever happened—whatever hell he caused her—that shit is done. She’s property of the Satan’s Knights and you do not fuck with what’s ours. He gets out, I’ll be waiting.

“Dude,” Wiz calls. “You sure this is something you want to take on?”

I don’t respond. Instead, I slap my hands against my thighs and push up off the bench. Turning back to him, I fix him with a hard stare.

“Make it happen and while you’re at it, keep this shit between us.”

Sometimes this Vice President gig has its perks.

Chapter Eighteen

Birdie

I waslate for my first day, but after the night I had did anyone really expect anything less? Not only did I hit snooze on the alarm, but when Ghost came to pick me and Lucy up, he convinced me we had time for breakfast—me being breakfast. So, yeah, my first morning was a bust. The afternoon wasn’t much better seeing as I fell asleep at my desk…while eating my lunch. Faceplanted right in the potato salad.

Not a good look.

After apologizing to Holly and wiping the mayonnaise from my nose, I made the decision that I would not engage any sort of sex during the workweek.

No blow jobs.

No reverse cowgirl.

No quickies.

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