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“Fuckkkkk,” leaves him through what I imagine are gritted teeth. “Give me five.”

“Three.” My fingers land on the knob to the gun safe. “And I know you can make her come in that amount of time, so stop fucking around. Get it done.”

This time when the line goes dead, I release a small sigh of relief.

At least I know my phone’s working.

At least I know I’ll get some answers soon.

When the door swings open, I pause grabbing a weapon to try Emmerz again, dread significantly increasing on each passing ring.

I get my Sig Sauer P226, the quick release belt holster, and attach them in place in between uselessly calling the woman I know is not gonna answer.

About the time I’m done stocking extra mags in the pocket on the opposite side of my loaded weapon, Dive finally calls back.

On video chat.

There isn’t even time to speak when I answer courtesy of Lady’s see through tank covered frame popping into the camera to complain, “No one like’s a rushed O, Dock!”

“Apologies,” escapes halfheartedly, “but possibly missing Old Lady trumps under-satisfied one.”

“Does it?!” She gives her hair a ruffle and drops her stare to her shirtless partner. “You need to bring that shit up in Church.”

“Not realllyyyyyy sure that’s club business, baby,” he lightly chortles.

“But a possibly missing one is,” I bite, drawing attention back to the topic at hand.

“Possibly?” Dive unhappily murmurs. “I had to stop fucking for possibly?”

“Most likely.”

“Better,” he sneers during his quick typing, “but not the best.” His cringing promptly occurs. “Not that I want your woman to be missing, it’s just-”

“Stop talking,” Lady insists at the same time she leans back in the outdoor patio seat beside him to light up. “Start finding.”

Dive lets the corner of his mouth curl upward.

I like what they have.

I used to not fucking think about it.

And then I hooked up with Emmerz.

And now that’s all I fucking think about.

Taking care of her.

Protecting her.

Seeing her smile.

Her making me smile.

Just.

Her.

Fuck, I hope she’s okay.


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