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“I was pissed, but I thought about it, and I know that isn’t something you would do. Fuck, Ora. I just didn’t see that coming, and it caught me off guard,” he admits, tapping his muscular thighs.

Taking the hint, I climb on top to straddle him. “Don’t ever question what’s between us, War.”

His big, warm hands cup my face. “Why were you panting when I called?”

“I went for a jog to clear my head.”

“That sound made me hard.” He grins.

“Anything makes you hard.”

“Anything to do with you,” he corrects, brushing his lips against mine. “I’m so fucking glad I claimed you before this came out. Otherwise, Prez would have made you off-limits.”

“You don’t think he’d want me to be with you?”

“Fuck no,” he growls out, squeezing my ass.

“I wonder why,” I tease, grinding myself down on him. “We just had our first fight. Show me how good the makeup sex can be with you, War.”

His hungry, dark eyes rake over me. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”

Never one to back down from a challenge, he strips me down and bends me over the back of the couch.

I don’t know what the future holds for us.

But I know I want him by my side for the whole ride.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

WAR

Ever since Prez found out about Ora being his daughter, he’s being a fucking asshole. And I seem to be his target. I get it. He just found out about her, and he’s feeling a bit possessive, but he’s not the only one.

The real kicker, though?

I won’t be able to put a property patch on her without his approval, and I don’t think he’s going to give it to me. I knew I should have done it before, but I wanted to take things slow. I rushed into things with Sarah, and I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

But now, because of my fucking hesitation, I might not get to.

“Someone needs to go and do a run. It’ll be an overnighter,” Prez announces, glancing around the table. I know he needs someone to move the guns. “War, I want you to do it. Take two men with you.”

See, shit like this.

Typically, as VP, I wouldn’t be the one being sent. I know for a fact he was going to send the twins, but the fucker wants to get rid of me and away from his daughter as much as he can. “I don’t want to leave Ora now, not after Insanity approached her.”

“I will be watchingmy daughter,” he fires back, a muscle working in his jaw.

Jesus Christ.

We usually work together like a well-oiled machine, but now we seem to be butting heads at every moment. I linger after the rest of the men clear out, wanting to have it out with him.

“You don’t think I’m good enough for her?” I growl, standing to my full height. I cross my arms over my chest, legs spread.

“Fuck no, I don’t think you’re good enough for her.” He scowls, raking his hand through his hair. “You’ve fucked almost every woman who’s stepped through those doors. Does she even know you did time?”

My jaw clenches, giving him the answer to that. “You haven’t been a saint, either.”

“No, but it’s not me in question right now, is it? Does she know justhow many womenyoufuckedafter you’d already been with her?” He’s yelling now, and my hackles are rising. He’s my president, yes, and I should always respect him, but right now, he’s acting more like a pissed-off father-in-law.

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