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times over the past few weeks, Jax and his staff had heard the bar patrons bitching to each other over a few drinks about a formerly-lucrative shady business going bust overnight, and with no warning. Jax was pretty sure he knew who had been behind every one of these surprise stings, even if he wasn’t privy to any of the details.
    Jax wasn’t sorry to see Jensen’s ass being kicked, of course, and King was even less so. The man was sitting there now, drinking a beer and saying not much. Jax observed his friend, saw the severe damage done to his face. He’d asked, of course – they all had – about what had happened, but King wasn’t talking. They all knew it had to do with an op, and they guessed it had been a rough one, if the TV coverage dominating the airwaves that day was anything to go by. Beyond that, it was a fucking mystery, like so much of what King’s Men did.
    Jax caught Mac’s eye now, and the two men exchanged hard looks. Yeah, they were worried about King, for damn sure, but no way he’d stand for that. King was a good guy, a stand-up guy, but he was also a brutal, lethal man who’d made it his life’s mission to handle shit that was even too hot for the cops to touch sometimes.
    King would never let anyone feel sorry for him for getting hurt while rescuing kidnapped kids, or saving trafficked girls, or shutting down a meth lab. He’d fucking die first… and Jax’s biggest fear was that that was exactly what was going to happen one day. Maybe even one day soon.
    Jax shifted a bit, and thought about that. If he, Mac, and Aidan were good and freaked out about King, then how the hell was Naomi coping? Even though Jax didn’t know her all that well since she never came to Curves, he knew she was a tough, smart, kind woman. She’d see the need for King to follow up on each and every lead given to him by Ace – and she’d have to be a nervous wreck each and every time King walked out their door to follow up on said lead.
    As if he could hear Jax’s troubled thoughts, King turned to stare at Jax. His gray eyes were hard, as always, and showed exactly nothing of what the man was thinking. Yeah, King was hardcore and a killer… but he wasn’t fucking invincible. He could get hurt. He could get dead.
    King saw the look on Jax’s face, and he almost sighed. It was the same look he’d seen on Naomi’s face that morning, a kind of still, silent watchfulness. Everyone was waiting to see if he’d open his mouth and start to talk… and talking was just about the last thing that he could do.
    The truth was that King and his people were taken aback at just how dirty and deep Kirk Jensen’s criminal connections and operations were and went. Like a gigantic, slimy octopus, the man had his revolting tentacles everywhere, and in everything. King had thought he’d been prepared to finally get a full view of the monstrous underbelly that was Jensen’s world – but he hadn’t been. That shook him up. And if it shook him , what the hell would it to do his friends? Or, dear God, to Naomi?
    No. He wasn’t talking about any of it with anyone but King’s Men. His priority was to keep the people he loved and cared about safe, and away from all this ugliness… and that meant shutting the hell up. It also meant putting up with lots of looks like the ones being directed his way right now.
    Uneasily, King thought about Naomi’s departure that morning. She’d kissed him, thank Christ, and let him hold her close. Then she’d pulled away and given him one of her searching, sweet looks, one of the looks that he adored and lived for.
    “I’m not going to call you, OK?” she’d said quietly.
    When he’d started to protest, she’d laid her finger across his lips gently, silencing him.
    “I don’t want to interrupt you in the middle of something dangerous, Matt. You can’t be distracted… that kind of thing gets you and your team hurt. Maybe worse. And you’re sleeping such crazy hours now, I don’t feel