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Caleb’s presence was so all-consuming that I hadn’t realized that Niko had pulled Kenji over to the sectional and had begun tending to the wound until Kenji let out a sharp inhale.
The noise helped clear my mind enough to answer before Caleb began making assumptions and went off, guns blazing in the wrong direction.
“No, it wasn’t Magomed,” I responded as I watched Niko work.
“We don’t know that,” Kenji said. I could hear the doubt in his words.
Caleb’s body was literally vibrating with anger. My heart beat faster at the tic in his jaw and the tightening of his fists on my biceps. The man was murdering someone tonight, and if I didn’t shed some light on this situation quickly, it might be my friends.
The heat from his bare chest warmed my chilled skin as I stepped closer into his space. I had to crane my neck to maintain eye contact. He leveled a gaze that had my adrenaline and desire increasing. It drifted down, taking in my peaked nipples. Of course I was attracted to how violent and dangerous he was.
“I know Magomed. He wouldn’t have attacked us, and if he were going to, he’d have done it in his office. This attack wasn’t him.”
Silence hung heavy in the room, making my skin crawl. The low murmur from the club below was the only sign that this moment hadn’t been frozen in time.
I broke the connection between us, looking off into the distance and debating about whether I should tell them what I knew. An exhausted sigh left my lips. I’d been on my own for so long that it was difficult to relinquish some control to others. They may not react the way I wanted, or they might think I was lying, and then I’d end up at the mercy of their wrath. But standing around wondering whether either of those would be the outcome wasn’t going to do shit.
“I know who attacked us,” I said. My voice was quiet but firm.
The impossibly arrogant expression Caleb typically had was replaced with something more closely resembling a confused little boy. But it disappeared pretty damn quickly. Replaced by a cold, cruel expression, like he was ready to burn down all of New York.
“Scar,” he tilted my face up to him, “you’re ours, and we protect each other in this family. I can’t do that if I don’t know who I’m going to fucking murder for shooting at my wife.” There was a cruel flicker in his eyes. No doubt men withered under this glare, just as they did mine. My spine stiffened, each vertebra stacking one on top of the next until it was as straight as a rod. Caleb didn’t scare me. He excited me.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about at least one of them.” Caleb’s attention flicked to the couch, where Kenji was being tended to. “Our girl there took one out,” Kenji commented, wincing as Niko cleaned the graze.
“They were speaking Italian,” I said while moving to plop down in the velvety softness of the couch. Angry footsteps chased after me.
“What the fuck was Dominick thinking? We made the deal with him to keep him off our backs,” Niko said as he wrapped gauze around the upper part of Kenji’s bicep.
The scent of bourbon and musk enveloped me, making my head feel light. Desire speared through me at the sight of Caleb’s low-hanging gray sweatpants.
Fuck me.
Gray sweatpants and dickprints were to women what tits were to men. Instant insanity the minute they’re put in our faces, and I was not immune to their enticing pull. Especially the one that Caleb was rocking right now.
Kenji’s chuckle broke the spell. “Caleb, she can’t concentrate with you hanging your dick in her face like that.”
Caleb glanced down at the comment, as if barely noticing how closely pressed our bodies were.
“But her mouth does feel wonderful working up and down a cock. The way she flicks her tongue over your shaft…” Niko hummed in approval over the memory of his cock buried in my throat.
His words had my cheeks heating and my heart beating in my ears. The thump-thump practically synced to the music drifting up from the floors. How had we gone from talking over who’d shot at us to how proficient at sucking cock I was?
Caleb’s eyes flared with desire, his soft tongue swiping across his lower lip. My brain splintered under the idea of that tongue buried between my legs. Would he do it right here, with an audience? Would they all want to flick their tongues over my flesh? Using their mouths to work me into a frenzy?
The heady scent of lust swirled in the room, making it hard to breathe. Hard to think about anything other than falling into one another’s arms, but a single chime from my phone shattered the moment.
Blood leeched from my face at the sound. There was only one reason that phone would be going off. I frantically dug into my backpack, searching for the seam marking the hidden compartment. My fingers wrapped around the burner, and I tried to steady my breath before I answered. There was no need to look at who the caller was. There was only one person who had this number, and I didn’t want her to know she had me rattled.
“Ryan. I’ve missed hearing that sexy voice of yours,” I responded, ignoring the growls that erupted from the men around me.
I had to angle the phone out of reach when Caleb lunged for it. He grunted when I shoved my foot in the crease of his hip and thigh, dangerously close to kicking him in the balls. The look I leveled him was meant to confirm that his family jewels were at risk if he went for the burner again. I rolled my eyes at the loathing sneer plastered to his face.
No dick was more important that Ryan. Even if the dick was attached to any of the three sinfully hot men I had no doubt knew how to show me nirvana over and over and over again.
Ryan’s sensual Hispanic accent refocused my attention. “Scar, I have a favor to ask. But we need to meet at one of your places.”
The lack of distress in her tone helped loosen the grip of fear around my heart, but the fact that she needed to meet at my safe house was concerning. That meant her club was compromised. My gaze flicked to the guys, their attention stifling. There was no way they’d let me walk into the other room to finish this conversation, and they sure as fuck were going to drill me on this when I hung up.
