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“Wait,” Harrison calls out. “I want everyone to know that I have claimed Queen Bee as well. She’s my old lady. I would say that if you have any complaints, you could bring them to me but honestly, I don’t fucking care. Fuck with my old lady and you fuck with me. Understood?”

Some people nod while others whistle and cheer. I can’t help but tuck my head into his chest, hating the attention that this entire counter has pointed my way.

“Now let’s fucking party!” Harrison yells before ducking down to whisper into my ear. “You’re mine now.”

“I think we both know I have been for a while now,” I say quietly into his chest.

Harrison’s hand moves to the back of my head and he gently pulls my hair, tilting my hand back. The kiss he lays on me is anything but gentle. It’s a fucking claiming. It’s rough and demanding. I fucking love it.

twenty-five

I watchas everyone moves around in a frenzy getting ready to move another shipment for the Medina Cartel. We picked a new driver and a new sweetbutt to play the part of the wife and mother. What everyone doesn’t know is that, once again, Wrath and I will be moving it ourselves. Not only that, but we have switched around and the members going on this run so that only one on the suspect list is on the run. It’s Colt tonight.

“Cars loaded down,” Wrath murmurs as he walks up from behind me. “Better than last time too where I had more time.”

“You did fine. Everything was hidden well, and we delivered on time with no issues. That’s all that matters.”

He scoffs. “I had a cramp in my calf for three days after the last time. I can’t do that again. Especially not training your girl.”

I chuckle, remembering him crammed into the passenger seat with product on the floorboard of the car. It was a tight fit but necessary.

“How’s she doing?” I ask.

“Good. She’s catching on quickly. I think it’s helping her mental shit too.”

“Good. I’m glad she has you.”

“She’s a fighter. You picked well.”

I pat him on the shoulder, saying with the action what that means to me.

Clearing my throat, I move on to business. “Anything looking suspicious?”

“Nothing so far, but we both know that doesn’t mean shit.” He looks over to where Colt is. “He looks normal, man. It’s fucking with my head.”

“I know what you mean. I hate that we have to suspect our own brothers, but until we have an answer, we play these cards close to our chest.”

“I know. I wish you’d just let me get him into the boxing ring. I’d beat the answers out of him.”

I chuckle. “Last resort, yeah?”

He grumbles but reluctantly agrees.

We stop talking as Colt walks our way.

“It’s a clear night,” he says as he steps forward.

I look up at the sky and nod. The stars are shining bright and there’s not a cloud in sight.

“Everyone ready?” I ask him.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Colt opens his mouth to say something but shuts it.

“Spit it out,” Wrath tells him.

Colt glares at him before turning toward me. “Is it just me, or have these runs slowed down?”

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