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To be honest, Ares didn’t care. The second the Spanish bastard tried to betray them again, the kid would get a bullet between the eyes.

That thought made Ares smile.

“You can come with Isaac and me. We’ll show these muscleheads how thestrippers guildtakes names and leaves bodies,” Levi announced, wrapping his arm around his new best friend—because, apparently, this was how people made friends in their inner circle.

God, he was too old to be babysitting twenty-somethings.

“Everyone good?” Ares asked, glancing around at the band of unlikely friends.

His team was about as diverse as you could get. It had military-grade trained commandos, a guy who liked to torture people, his gothic husband, an ex-police officer, and of course, a team of mid-twenty-year-old strippers who ranged from beefy muscle jocks to slim and pretty twinks. Oh, yeah, and one deceitful little prick.

Yes, the criminal underworld should fear Ares and his band of murderous killers.

Giving them all the signal—a growly nod of his head—the groups split off, each making for their assigned areas.

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ARES

Silently, Ares crept behind the row of oil drums, being sure to keep as low to the ground as possible. This beat trudging around in the sewers any day.

Speaking of sewers, he could still see the decomposing rat, missing an eye, as it floated past Diesel’s leg. They had been tasked with rescuing the twinky skater boy from his captors a few months ago and decided to use the sewers to gain access to where he was being held.

Even he had been tempted to turn around and head back to the jet. He was too old to be playing around in dark sewers anyway.

A searchlight from the harbor swung by his head. Ares froze, pressing his body close to the rusty metal drum, hoping that no one had spotted him. A second later, the light continued on its way.

Once he reached the back of the building, he pulled out a switchblade from his jacket pocket and proceeded to cut the plaster away from one of the windows. Once that was removed, he used the blade to jimmy open the window. Thank God for theold building’s shitty craftsmanship. It must have been at least sixty years old.

This facility was lax when it came to building maintenance and security. Mind you, if the facility was being used by a bunch of gangsters, there probably weren’t a lot of people crazy enough to try and break into the building anyway.

But Ares was crazy.

And they had taken the man who he loved. So that made Ares dangerous as well.

Popping open the window, he hoisted himself up and slid inside, wishing that he was twenty-two again instead of forty-seven. Fuck, when did his body become so inflexible? Well, at least he had a big dick.

That made him smile.

Whenever in doubt, always remember you got a shlong that can split a guy in two, make him see stars, and beg for mercy when you’re balls deep. God, he loved being balls deep in Matteo. That man knew how to take dick.

He used to love the way Matteo gasped, grinding his teeth and quivering whenever Ares entered his sinfully delicious hole. The sounds that man would make.

Damn, now he was horny and giving himself a chub.

Well, that might add to the whole intimidation factor. “Drop your gun, or I’ll split your ass in two!”

Haha. Yeah, that would make any hetero quiver in his workman’s boots.

Dropping down to the floor with a groan—because, once again, he was no spring chicken—he began making his way through the darkness.

He pulled a hunting knife out of the holster he had strapped to his body and held it firm as he approached his first victim.

Without a sound, the steel from the knife cut through the man’s throat without any resistance. A soft gurgle escaped theman as he clutched at his wound, not knowing what was happening.

Ares stood next to him as his body slid to the floor, eyes wide and a look of shock plastered to his face.

He kind of felt bad for the man. He hoped the guy didn’t have a family waiting for him at home. But hey, this was the risk that they all took living this lifestyle. Any day could end in injury or murder. You never knew.

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