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“How are we going to do that?”
Beam’s voice sounded far away.
“See this nightclub?” Storm asked. “It’s a good place to start.”
“True—but finding out who’s a Disciple and who’s not—according to this they aren’t allowed to get tattoos, nothing that would mark them as a part of the crew.”
“You can tell.” Storm replied.
I opened my eyes then and watched the men’s interaction. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Storm had looked at me moments before. He’d been angry at first, then something raged through his eyes, something unfamiliar but sexy enough to force me to catch my breath.
“Look for the men with the devil on their shoulders.” Storm continued.
Beam seemed confused, but he nodded.
“You’re going to have to show them to me, P.” Beam admitted. “I don’t know what the devil looks like.”
Storm smiled kindly and patted Beam’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Beam.” He told the young cop. “As my friend Kaos often says,I got you, brother.”
Beam laughed. “I guess we’re going clubbing tonight?”
“I think we should move spaces first.” I managed. “Let things breathe tonight and tackle that tomorrow.”
“You’re probably right, P.” Beam nodded. “It would look weird for new faces to pop up so soon after their string of bad luck of late.”
“I can’t go.” Storm explained. “I have a noticeable wound. I’m sure the word has spread that I was hit.”
“So—” Beam glanced over at me then back at Storm. “P’Taz and Darby?”
Storm shook his head. “P’Taz and you.”
I winced.
Hearing him use that honorific on me still hurt more than it probably should.
“You know I don’t do clubs.” I frowned.
“Would you rather we send Darby?” Storm asked.
“Fine.” I caved.
“Dinner is ready.” Darby told us. “Fuel then manual labour.”
With dinner out of the way, I washed the dishes while the others packed. We loaded everything into the Jeep, left the cycles secure in the garage and fled through the night to Cottesloe, Swanbourne.
The home brought back bad memories—but desperate times and all that jazz.
When Darby pulled up to the gate, I leaned out the window to enter the code. The gate slid opened slowly and he eased the jeep in. I was seated in the back with Storm and while Beam and Darby climbed out to stretch their backs, I remained beside Storm.
At some point, he’d fallen asleep with his head on my shoulder. The power that sent through me, knowing he was comfortable enough to trust me with lowering his guard, aroused me.
He looked so peaceful, I touched his cheek gently, loving the roughness of his day-old beard on my palm. Sighing, I rested a hand on his shoulder and shook tenderly.
“Storm?” I whispered close to his ear. “Storm?”
“Mm?”