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Father and daughter ended up having a staring standoff while the rest of the room went dead silent.

Reaper swore he could hear his own heart beating and no one wanted to make even the slightest move.

Then Diesel’s dark eyes swung to Reaper. But before the big biker could open his mouth, Vi stepped in front of Reaper like a shield and announced, “Since you all are so fucking nosy…Yes, we’re fucking. Happy?”

A few groans rose from the table.

Despite Vi standing in front of him, Reaper still had no problem seeing over her due to her shorter height. That was why he could witness Diesel’s chest expand slowly before abruptly contracting.

Reaper widened his stance slightly and also took a slow, full breath, ready for whatever might come at him. Or who.

“He fuckin’ didn’t ask permission!” Diesel roared.

“Permission for what? To stick his dick in me? It was my idea, not his.”

That wasn’t quite true, but…

“Oh fuck,” came a whisper.

“This might’ve been a bad idea,” came another.

“Maybe we should get the fuck out of here,” was also heard.

“Is that a ticking time bomb I hear? Better call in Grim to defuse it.”

The last one was definitely Brick. He seemed to be the biggest smartass of the group. Though, Reaper had a feeling that Steel gave the retired sniper a run for his money.

Vi swung around to them and jabbed her finger in their direction. “No. You all came in here together and you’ll all leave together. Just because you now realize this was a bad idea, doesn’t mean you get to sneak out of here unscathed.”

Damn. If he wasn’t in a room teeming with testosterone, he’d be rock hard right now.

But he was definitely struggling to keep his expression neutral.

“He’s a fuckin’ DAMC member. You goddamn know how it’s supposed to go!” Diesel boomed.

“Maybe we’ve been fucking for months!” she shouted back. “Before he was a damn member!”

With how loud father and daughter were getting, it was now guaranteed that any Shadows not in the conference room were also hearing this heated exchange. Reaper had no doubt that Indie was probably glued to the other side of the wall listening.

If he peeked out the open doorway, he would probably find T-Bone, Grim, and Ghost lined up next to her in the hallway, too.

“Don’t fuckin’ matter. The goddamn minute he was handed his cut, he needs to follow the goddamn rules.”

“Did you approach Rocky first before you fucked Mom?”

Holy fuck.

Reaper had no fucking clue who Rocky was but he could safely assume it was Jewel’s father and a fellow DAMC member. Though, this was the first time he heard the name mentioned.

More groans and mumbled curses came from around the table.

Diesel’s nostrils flared and Reaper swore the man doubled in size.

“Think it’s time to go.” Mercy surged to his feet.

Vi jabbed her finger at him and shouted, “No, you sit the fuck down! You agreed to take part in this bullshit, you suffer through it.” When Mercy’s frowning mouth opened, Vi pinched her fingers together and snapped, “Zip it.”

Mercy’s head jerked back and next to him, Brick began to shake with silent laughter.