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“If it’s a worthy dick, you can have all you want of it,” Malakai said. “But so far, you’ve only brought a bunch of tools home, and none of them are very sharp.”

“That’s a lame joke. And who are you to decide who I date?”

“I’m your brother, Jewely Bean. I get a say in who my little sister dates, wouldn’t you agree?”

“If Dad was here—”

Malakai crossed his arms and leaned forward, bringing his head down to her level. “He would be doing the exact same thing, Jewels! Don’t pull that shit with me.”

It was Travis who said, “If she needs a dick appointment, I’m available. My first opening is in one hour.”

Jewels swung her head around to glare at him, hair catching in her mouth. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Travis Devlin.” His brow creased. “We’ve met like twice already.”

“Yeah, I don’t remember any Travis Devlin, so I think it’s obvious that you’re not my type.”

Malakai choked on a laugh, and when Loren peeked up at Darien, she saw that he was trying not to laugh too.

Travis visibly bristled. Clearly, he didn’t get rejected often. “You’re not my type either, Jewels.”

Jewels ignored him and gave Malakai a look of defeat. She threw her hands up, and when they fell back down, they slapped her shapely thighs. “Well, this has been fun, but I’m going to my room. No one bother me—there’s not a single dick in this room that’s worth my time.”

Several of the guys said, “Ouch.”

Jewels merely turned and walked away without a backward glance.

Valen faced Malakai. “Sometimes I wonder how you handle her.”

Malakai was staring blankly at the now-empty corridor where his sister had vanished. “I try to be understanding with everything going on, but I can’t help it when it comes to asshole males.”

Brodie Verlice—the twin with a scar that cut through his right eyebrow—said, “It makes you wonder what they want with a clock that’s running out of batteries.”

Malakai’s focus zeroed in on Brodie. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” He sighed. “But you’re also right. Which is exactly why I watch her closely.” His attention went to Darien, who looked as confused as Loren felt. “Let me get into some proper clothes and get the blood off of me. Then we can talk about this plan of yours.”

“Good,” Darien said. “I’m tired of looking at your pierced nipples.”

The grin that flashed across Malakai’s face was wide, the silver of his canines glinting. Bare feet slapped as he made for the corridor. “If you touch anything on my bar, you can forget about our deal.”

“What about the whiskey?” Darien called.

Malakai’s next words boomed off the walls. “Not a thing, or you can walk your smart ass out of here.”

Darien chuckled quietly, several people in the room echoing it.

The remaining Reapers immediately separated themselves from the Devils. They went to the grouping of furniture near the fireplace, clearly unwilling to trust them or even mingle just yet.

Aspen slumped against one of the barstools, looking pale but also relieved. “That went better than I thought it would.”

Tanner and Maximus murmured their agreements.

Darien said, “I don’t know how many times it’s going to take before you guys trust me.”

“It’s not you,” Tanner said. “It’s psychopaths like Delaney.”

Ivy chimed in. “Agreed.”

Darien acknowledged them with a grunt. And then he was turning to Aspen. “How’s that whole crushing on Malakai thing going?”