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you and I won’t have t o worry about cleaning up after…well, you know. It’s much easier since I won’t have to go dick hunting anymore.”
    Somewhere near the end of her statement a red blur intrudes my vision. “You never will be dick hunting again, am I clear?” I roar.
    “Didn’t I just state that, Captain Obvious? Pay attention.” She turns on her heel to start pacing again.
    “After this is all taken care of, I’m sure you won’t want to leave my side. So making an appointment is unnecessary; we could be fucking anytime and any moment since we’ll be living together.”
    She freezes mid-step at my statement. The look on her face is fierce; scratch that, try scary. “So I take one guy out who wants my gang and my ass, only to trade it all for another one? Hell no.”
    I stride toward her until I’m inches from her face. “Don’t fucking deny there isn’t a connection between us. And you better sure as fuck never compare me to Filippov.”
    “I’m not denying anything. The connection is there, but it’s just fucking. No way will I give up or merge my gang. Besides that… I don’t need another guy living with me twenty-four-seven, and I damn sure won’t be living with you any time soon.”
    We’re at a standoff and the blood boils inside my veins. “Another guy? You’re living with one now? You fucking told me earlier you didn’t have a guy.”
    Her eyes narrow to slits just as Yegor’s two-way radio squawks. Apparently, Justice’s men are here. They were just cleared by my men so Yegor opens the door to let them in.
    The first man who walks through stalks toward my Angel and wraps her in his arms. She grabs hold just as fucking tight. What the fuck? I’m doing everything I can to stay grounded and not drag her from his arms and place her behind me so I can throat punch the fucker for touching my woman. Yeah, that’s right, she’s mine alright.
    Fuck it.
    My hands wrap around her waist and pull. Her head whips back and she lets go of the guy. Smart fucking girl. Dragging her behind me, I swing my arm forward to wrap my fist tight in the fucker’s suit coat.
    I don’t fucking care that the guy has a massive upper bod y or tattoos running up his neck. With his short hair and scruff, he might look tough, but I can have him in the ground within the next ten minutes. I won’t even fucking ruin my clothes or scrape my knuckles. Yeah, won’t be much of a fight if he goes up against me or if I want the guy to stop living on this fucking world.
    The hot breath against my ear doesn’t make me lose focus but the words make my anger fade slightly.
    “Calm down, Slick. You know very well that this is Afon, my right-hand. He’s like a brother to me. And yeah, this is the guy who lives with me but also the guy who has my back, so show a little respect if you please. Let’s make a formal introduction but I’m sure you guys have met in the past. Afon, Ford… Ford, Afon. Now play nice before I tie you both up.”
    “Hell, no,” Afon and I say at the same time.
    Justice snickers. “Thought so. Now let’s talk business.”
    My hand falls away from the fucker and he moves toward my woman. I see his intentions to pull her close and the words leave my mouth before I can swallow them back. “Don’t fucking touch my woman again.”
    Afon’s head turns back at me. Shock washes over his features but that’s quickly replaced with fury. He bares his fucking teeth at me.
    “She’s not, nor will she ever be your woman.” He looks back at Justice. “Grigory Dudnik, former Krysha… the extremely violent enforcer of the Savin gang.” His eyes return to me. “Like I said, she will never be your woman. You fucking lost that chance the day she turned nineteen.”
    What the fuck is this guy talking about? My eyes find Justice’s as fury and disgust wash over her. That look. I know I’ve lost her and I have no fucking clue why.
    “I’m leaving,” she says, her voice cold with the promise of death.