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“You good now?” I asked with a tiny smirk as I took in her heavy eyes and satisfied expression.

“Yes,” she answered with a deep, relaxed breath. “Thank you.”

My smile grew. Petra wasn’t one to say thank you. And I couldn’t deny that it made my ego puff up about a hundred percent.

“You ready to try it again?”

A brief flicker of uncertainty flashed in her eyes. But she quickly chased it away and sat up straight. She didn’t have to answer with words and I knew she wouldn’t.

“Come on,” I said as I helped her down and held her steady then I pulled her dress back into place.

I led the way out of my apartment and back outside.

After finding her girls at one of the picnic tables, I left her to go fix us some food. I was fucking famished after all of that and I knew she would be too, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

“Get me a shot of vodka,” I told one of the prospects. “The bottle under the bar behind the napkins.”

He gave me a nod before quickly turning to do so.

I set the plates down and took a seat next to Petra. The prospect dropped off the shot and a fresh beer that I hadn’t even asked for. I looked up and sent him an appreciative chin jerk.

I handed her the shot and her eyes stayed locked onto mine as she downed it. A slight smile twitched on her lips as she set the glass down.

I didn’t need to tell her that I’d taken notice of her favorite vodka. Nor did I need to tell her that I special ordered that shit so she’d have some here. Just like she didn’t need to tell me that she noticed and it meant a lot to her.

I didn’t expect Petra to change. Truth was, I didn’t want her to. There were parts of her that I had a feeling I’d never get to see but I understood that was her.

But she was here and that was what counted to me.

“Am I free tonight, Petra?” Royse asked. This was the first time I’d met her and she seemed like a ball of fire. Not like Rowan, more like a kid that had too much candy.

Petra followed Royse’s gaze before flicking her eyes over to me.

With a shrug, I told her that it was up to her. My men would respect her people, I had no doubt of that. And I didn’t care what they did as long as it didn’t cause drama, which I didn’t suspect it would. I could tell Royse had the same mindset as most of my brothers.

“Yes, but you know the rules,” Petra told Royse, her eyes still on Sketch, who was doing nothing to hide his want for Royse.

“No finishing in the mouth and wrap it before you ride it. I got it,” Royse said as she got to her feet.

“That’s not how it’s stated in the contract, but go,” Petra said with a flick of her fingers.

Royse needed no other instruction as she happily bounced her way over to Sketch.

“Yes, but ‘any and all sex and sexual acts must maintain the highest level of protection’ blah blah blah, doesn’t sound as sexy,” Rowan joked.

I snorted a laugh and Petra cut her eyes over to me, but I saw the slight twitch of her lips.

“She does know that it’s safer to use a condom for a blowjob, right?” Varda chimed in with a giggle.

Petra didn’t seem concerned so I figured Royse knew what she was doing.

I glanced across the lot to see Sketch staring at me. With a small nod of my head, I let him know it was all good. I suspected that he didn’t want to do anything to piss Petra off, especially after she nearly broke his nose.

The conversations floated around us but Petra remained silent, unsurprisingly. But at least she seemed a little more relaxed and less overwhelmed.

“How is she doing?” Petra asked, her eyes across the lot on Abigail who was sitting by herself on the outskirts of the crowd.

I turned to straddle the bench and gently pulled her into my body. She didn’t lean into me but she didn’t stiffen either as I put my arms around her waist.