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What if I woke and he wanted me to fuck him?

What if we both came all over each other?

I’d never thought about doing anything sexual while I was asleep before. How far could I have gone if I hadn’t stopped? How far would he have let me go? Lane enjoyed it. We couldhave kept going if the bucket of water hadn’t been doused on us by Alton’s absence.

Fuck, I shouldn’t think about this as we drove away from the building. I had to be sharp and keep my eyes open, in case a person with a gun tried shooting at Jordan.

As I focused on our surroundings, I couldn’t help but wonder what Lane, Sheldon, and Vincent were talking about in the SUV behind us. Were they warning him not to act up or encouraging him to do just that since it worked so well last time? I had no idea what to expect once we got there, and that left me on edge. Not Jordan’s safety or if I’d need to protect him, but how Lane would behave.

When we pulled up in front of the home, I had clenched my hands into fists without realizing it. I gave them a quick shake to relieve the tension.

“Let’s hope Lane makes me money and doesn’t cost me any,” Jordan stated. Was he doing the same thing he did with Barrett by testing him to see if he fit into the organization?

Exiting the vehicle, I saw Vincent and Sheldon each holding a case while Lane stood on the sidewalk with his hands clasped in front of himself. The cold winter air whipped around us, ruffling his hair. I remembered how it felt in my fingers, the silky strands slipping through as he lay with his head on my lap.

Color had returned to his cheeks, giving them a healthy pink hue they lacked when he was sick. He caught me staring and winked.

“Quit fucking flirting,” Jordan growled when he walked between us.

I got my ass in gear and went ahead of them to the door so I could sweep the room we’d be in before Jordan was in it.

The man who greeted us last time was there, allowing us entrance and showing us to the room. It was exactly how Iremembered it, down to the damn painting Lane’s eyes latched on to last time.

I took up my post near the entrance to the room as Jordan and the others filed in, Jordan standing with Vincent and Sheldon on either side of him. He gave a warning glare to Lane. It definitely wouldn’t be a dull meeting.

“We meet again,” Jack said as he entered in a black suit, his gaze immediately going to Lane.

One of Jack’s guards stopped opposite of me, eyeing me up like he was trying to calculate how easy it would be to take me out. With Lane and Jordan in the same room, I’d fight until my dying breath to protect them.

“I’ve brought what you asked for,” Jordan stated. “This is the last of my house calls, unless you don’t pay me, then we’ll have a different kind of visit.”

“As I told you over the phone, you could have sent Lane in your stead. He’s knowledgeable.”

“I’m going to tell you this once,” Jordan began in that low, deadly voice of his that would send chills down any smart person’s body. “My men aren’t part of deals I make. You cannot buy them or try to take them from me. If I think that’s what you’re doing, all agreements are null and void.”

“If he comes to me of his own accord, outside of business dealings, then we won't have an issue,” Jack supplied.

Jordan’s jaw clenched. “If that happens, he no longer works for me.”

“Very well. Lane, would you show me the guns Jordan has brought?”

“No, Lane will not,” Jordan said, taking measurable steps forward.

The muscle in front of me closed in to protect his boss, but I slapped a hand on his chest. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I told him.

“It’s fine,” Jack said.

Jordan went toe to toe with Jack but didn’t touch him. “The guns are mine. Therefore, I will direct who shows them to you. Furthermore, Lane is mine as well. If you touch him, I will break every part of your body that so much as brushes the fabric of his clothes. If I were you, I’d stick to the reason we’re here and nothing more.”

“I liked you better last time.”

“I don't give a fuck. You need me more than I need you.”

For Jack’s part, he didn’t appear to be ruffled. He simply nodded and waited for the cases to be opened. Once they were, they settled on a price, and that was the end of it. I almost let out a breath in relief. Almost. But as we exited the room, Sheldon and Vincent, followed by Jordan, Jack put his hand on Lane’s wrist.

I saw fucking red. My hand went to Jack’s arm, and I wrenched it roughly from Lane, causing Lane to stumble but remain upright. Pulling on Jack’s arm, I twisted it behind his back, my gun in the other hand, which I pressed to his temple without a moment’s hesitation.

That caused Jack’s man to pull his gun, but Jordan was quick, pulling his own weapon and using his free hand to knock the gun from the man’s palm. “Pull a weapon on my men again, and you won’t see another day.”

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