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“Shots and Sweetie get the girl home okay?”

Trigger nodded. “Yep, Shots checked in about an hour ago. The girl didn’t want to go to the hospital or the police, but Sweetie seemed to convince her that she would never have any troubles again.”

I nodded once. “Make it so. Send the kid to college or something. She deserves better than dancing at a Club and being assaulted by that raging sack of shit,” I growled.

Trigger raised an eyebrow, but tapped something out on his phone. He’d take care of it. He was as resourceful as he was full of shit.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to relieve the pressure behind my eyes. I shouldn’t get headaches, I was fucking immortal, but apparently like a boner, a headache was just a swelling of shit. I need a massage and a drink. Or a long hot shower with my girl. Yeah, definitely that last one.

I looked between Trig and G. “Call Church again. I feel like we are doing fucking Sunday service at this rate. Pull everyone in. Outliers. The business managers. Anyone who has ever made a pinky promise to Damnation, I want them here in two days. It’s time we cleaned house a little and let everyone know the rules by which we live. If Ricky was doing some shady shit right in our backyard, then I hate to think what others are doing in our name.”

Goliath growled low, and I had a visceral flashback to him carving up Ricky’s body for disposal. Coated in blood, he’d looked like a demon sent from Hell.

It made my dick harder than a fucking rock. It quickly devolved to the memory of his body over Dippy’s, his hand around her throat as he fucked her like he hated her. But he didn’t. We both knew it.

Trigger left with only a small jab about the time and it being so early his morning wood hadn’t even risen yet.

I stood, adjusting my dick so it didn’t feel like a meat locker behind my zipper. I was going to have to start wearing fucking sweats if I kept getting boners like this. I leaned on the front of my desk, frowning at G.

“We should talk about what’s happening with Dippy,” I said softly, and watched his shoulders tense.

He ground his back teeth, his jaw flexing with the movement. “What’s there to talk about? I fucked her, got it out of my system, made everyone fucking happy. Now we can move on, you guys can all be one big happy polyamorous family and I’ll watch your back.”

I shook my head, sucking back the sigh that wanted to pass my lips. “That’s it, huh?”

He nodded, but his eyes flicked away. “Yep,” he said, popping the p.

“And you don’t want to fuck her again? Not even a little bit?” I said, my eyebrows steadily rising. “Don’t want to hear her sweet moans, feel her wet heat gripping your cock?”

“No,” he said, but I could basically hear his teeth grinding now and he refused to look at me. It's because the truth was written all over him, despite his denial. I stepped closer, grabbing his chin hard and turning him to look at me.

He tried to wrench his chin away, but I held tight. “We could be happy, G. All of us, together. You just have to let yourself take the leap. I’ll be there to catch you, and so will Serendipity. Let yourself feel. If you let her in, and then still don’t want anything more than friendship, I’ll leave it be. But you have to try, for me.”

This was as close as I’d ever gotten to begging for anything in my life. Choosing between Goliath and Dippy would kill me. They both held pieces of my soul.

He gave a shuddering breath, his black eyes searing the planes of my face. “But what if you’re falling too? Who’ll catch us then?” he whispered, and my heart cracked in two.

I knelt on the ground, pushing my way between his knees, spreading my hands over his hard thighs. “Then we fall together. Always together, G. Me, you, Cain, and Sol. We rise and fall together.”

I saw the moment he cracked, his face a mask of pain and possibility. “Fine. I’ll try.”

I stood and locked the door with the deadbolt quickly, kneeling back between his thighs. I believed in rewarding good behavior and G had just made me the fucking happiest man alive. That deserved a fucking blowjob.

21

Marco

The building looked normal. The people coming out of it were basically the very definition of average. Off the rack suits that sat poorly across their shoulders. Boxy skirt suits. Looking at it from the parking lot across the road, you wouldn’t know it was the nexus for so much evil. I sat on the ledge, happy that I was hidden by the overhang of the roof and a giant pillar.

“My daughter would be sad if you plummeted to your death,” a voice said beside me, making me fucking jump. But I was precariously balanced on the edge of the fucking rail, then I was over balancing.

Fuck!

A hand reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me backward into the parking lot. I glared over at Gusion, the golden fucker grinning. Jesus. I’d almost died and he was smiling. I flipped him the bird. I raised the binoculars to my eyes and glared at the headquarters of Tenebrae. Well, headquarters might be a bit of an overstatement. I’m sure they had an evil lair somewhere where they plotted world domination, or hell, maybe they Skyped, who knew. But this was definitely their front. Their “consulting” company funneled their money, contacts and offered Tenebrae frontline legitimacy. A reason why the heads were rolling in money.

I fucking hated them all.

I turned and raised an eyebrow at Gusion. As far as I knew, he didn’t share mind reading abilities, but I didn’t want to hold hands with my girlfriend’s dad anyway. Apparently, a quirked eyebrow was universal forWhat the fuck do you want?

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