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“As much as I’d like to keep us in lockdown until this Iron Sinner shit is dealt with, that’s not realistic,” Steel says. “And I refuse to let them make us seem weak or like we’re hiding. We protect our own, and that’s what we’ll do. Show those fuckers nothing slows down the Twisted Kings.”

“Music to my fucking ears.” Soul grins.

“And Ghost…” Steel looks at me. “They might see this as an opportunity.”

“If they do, I’ll be waiting.”

An excuse is exactly what I need right now. One Iron Sinner to give me a reason to remind my brothers why I’ll always have their backs.

I lied to protect Luna, but she isn’t the only one I’m responsible for here.

On this land, it’s my eyes that keep watch.

It’s my cameras, my trackers, my systems, and my sensors that keep my brothers safe. And nothing is getting in the way of that again.

7

Ghost

Working with Luna usedto be simpler.

When she first moved to Vegas with us, we managed to keep our interactions about work. She’d help with small tasks that kept her busy and away from me, and in return, the club gave her a place to stay.

I’d maintain a distance, and she’d leave me be.

Lately, the carefully crafted gap of space between us has been closing.

When I’m working, she finds a reason to need something from my office. When I’m at a party, she orbits. I can’t figure out if she’s closing in or if I am. But her purple hair is a beacon I can’t keep away from.

I’ve considered assigning her a more complicated task than archiving surveillance footage. She’s capable of a lot more than I ask of her, and eventually, she’s bound to get bored. But doing so would give her access to information that puts her in even moredanger.

Our rivals use our allies against us, and the feds are no better. At least if Luna’s in the dark about what she’s working on, then she’s safe from the club’s agenda. I owe her that much after bringing her here and sticking a target on her back.

My office door cracks, and Luna walks back in. She’s been messing with camera angles all morning, but she left for a few minutes to replace one that was damaged on the back patio of the clubhouse after Bea and Austin knocked it with a frisbee.

She ignores me as she walks over to the wall of screens on the opposite end of the room, but the ripple of her presence swims through the air. Her haunting honeysuckle scent seeps into my senses.

I watch her back as she starts adjusting the feeds on each screen. Some show angles of the clubhouse, while others are sprinkled around Vegas at our businesses and club-owned properties.

The halo of light from the screens surrounds her as she focuses the new camera and sends it online.

At least that task got her out of the office for ten minutes. Maybe I’ll upgrade the entire grid just to send her somewhere I can’t look at her or smell her.

Can’t touch her.

Can’t hear her shuffle around.

Can’t see her sway her hips to whatever song she’s playing in her head.

One of the screens at the top of the wall blinks, and she lifts onto the balls of her feet to adjust the settings on the monitor. Her baggy T-shirt pulls up with her reach,revealing a hint of the curve of her perfectly round ass, which is on full display in her skintight leggings.

“Need help with that?”

Usually, I’d pretend not to notice what she’s doing because the less she knows I’m watching her, the easier it is to keep her at arm’s length. But then she bends down, and I strike enter on my keyboard so hard I might break it, and figure the sooner she’s done, the sooner she’ll leave.

Still bent over, Luna glances back at me. “I’ve got it.”

Her voice is pitched, but it’s not nerves. She’s just that fucking sweet to everyone—even an asshole like me.