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to our clubhouse.
    Marek was planning to open two more pussy clubs in the next couple months, although now that his time was occupied every second he wasn’t at the clubhouse, I doubted he would be overseeing anything when it came to location, liquor licenses, talent, etc. I’d probably have to step in and take over, and while the thought of interviewing potential talent was entertaining, I didn’t think Adelaide would appreciate me gawking at naked chicks all day.
    Fuck! I hated when thoughts of that nature even filtered through my mind. I shouldn’t care what she thought. It was club business, and therefore none of her business. We weren’t even technically together—not that she would have a say about it even if we were. But the thought of her finding out, then being pissed off and doing or saying God knew what, already had me wanting to pass the job off to someone else. Not that any of the other guys wouldn’t jump at the opportunity.
    I was so lost in thought I didn’t even notice Marek standing at my side. He gave me a ‘what the fuck’ look before he resumed his annoying pacing. Before either of us spoke, I heard shouts coming from outside the Chambers door.
    Our guests must have arrived. About damn time. Sneaking a quick peek at my watch, I noticed they were an hour late, their tardiness grating on my last nerve because they thought nothing of keeping us waiting. But as ballsy as we were most of the time, we weren’t stupid enough to call and inquire as to their whereabouts. Even though Carrillo was repaying a debt to Marek of his own accord, we knew not to push the man.
    Not waiting for direction, Marek and I exited Chambers and walked toward the common room. Standing by the front entrance were Rico Yanez and Rafael Carrillo, the two top men of Los Zappas cartel. While Carrillo looked put together and polished, his dark grey suit pressed to perfection, every strand of his dark hair in perfect place, Yanez looked anything but. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans and a T-shirt with two holes near the neckline. I was all for casual, but not for a man in his position. His greasy, graying hair was pulled back tight, making his face look even harsher than it already was. The man had beady eyes, which shouted he was not to be trusted. With anything. I was surprised a man as smart as Carrillo made him his second in command. There had to be a reason why, although I couldn’t fathom what it could be.
    Carrillo approached us while Yanez hung back, assessing every member inside the club as if he were prepared to pop off at any moment and start some kind of war.
    “Marek,” Carrillo greeted, gripping my friend’s hand. His smile seemed genuine, which made me relax. That was until I laid eyes on his watchdog again. Then my hackles were up and ready for anything.
    “Carrillo,” I heard Marek return. “I hope your trip was uneventful.” My prez kept a straight face, but his tone was airy. I knew he trusted the cartel leader, a feat I didn’t possess myself. I was wary of most people, as was my friend. Normally. But I hadn’t orchestrated the agreement the two men had made. I would back my leader up a thousand percent, but I still had my suspicions.
    “Shall we?” Marek gestured toward an empty room at the back of the club, nothing inside except for a few chairs. No one stepped foot in Chambers except for the members. Women weren’t even allowed back there. It was a hard and fast rule. The only exception was when Adelaide had to set up a quick operating room for Tripp when he’d been dropped off at the front gate riddled with bullet holes. And while I liked the guy just fine, even sharing a beer or two with him in the past, I hated the fact my woman was the one overseeing his recovery. She still checked in on him, which more than annoyed me.
    Trying to focus on what was happening around me, I followed Marek and Carrillo into the room, Yanez walking closely behind me until we were all sheltered inside the small