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“Me too!” Jack cried.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you,” King barked. He turned to Gunner with a scowl of annoyance. “What the fuck is she for?”

“She’s a therapist.”

King’s mouth dropped open, and he sat back in his chair. At first, no one said a word, and then all at once the shouting began.

“I don’t need a fucking shrink.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“We handle our shit.”

“I’m not talking about my fucking feelings.”

“Hold on. Gunner, are you trying to fuck this woman? Is she holding out? Why the fuck do you think we need therapy?” I asked. It was the only thing that made any fucking sense.

Cash glared at him as he leaned forward with his arms on the table.

“That fucking woman from the bar?” he snarled.

“What woman?” King asked.

Cash closed his mouth and sat back.

Ok, this was different. If Cash had fucked a therapist, she wouldn’t be much help to him. Pretty sure there were rules about that shit.

“The night Tank and Ben brought Cash home from the bar, he put his hands on a woman—”

“I grabbed her wrist. I didn’t put my fucking hands on her.”

King turned to look at his VP. “Why the fuck did you grab her wrist?”

“She was touching me. Situation was no different from when the girls touch us here and we’re not feeling it. I removed her hand from my arm.”

“Then held it too tight until I made you let go. You left a red mark behind,” Gunner accused.

Cash and Gunner glared at each other, and I was thankful they sat on opposite sides of the table.

“Why were you at the bar and not here?” Blade asked.

Cash closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

“Because he doesn’t want us cutting him off.”

“Why didn’t Grace cut him off?” Jack asked.

“Because King told her if she ever cut off a brother, she would lose her job,” Jingles explained.

“That is not what I fucking said.”

We all looked at him.

“Fine, I may have alluded to that.”

Turning back to Cash, Gunner pressed, “You need help, brother. It’s my job to make sure you get it.” Then he turned to King. “I suggest we all talk to her. Three sessions, club girls and old ladies too.”

“Why?” King asked, his eyes narrowed on Gunner’s face.