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Chapter Six

Sinn knocked on thedoor to Saint’s office and waited for his brother to bark out permission to enter.While on club time, he always acted respectfully to his prez.While on brother time, he liked to rile Saint up because it was so much fun.Closing the door behind him, he sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

“Talked with several men and all confirm that War was shitting his intestines out.”

Saint leaned back.“Who’s next to investigate?”

“I’m going to look into Wrong Way.See if his dropping the duffel bag really was a mistake.”

“All right.Does it make me a shitty prez by hoping he’s the traitor?”

Sinn lifted his hand and did a so-so hand wave.“But I get where you’re coming from.You’d rather have it be him because you haven’t known him as long as the others.”

“Exactly.”

“I also went to see Kira.”

“Anything?”

Although his brother tried to act casual, Sinn saw interest spike through his eyes.

“Her boss is teaching her how to box.”

One eyebrow raised.“Box, as in fists?”

“Is there another type of boxing that can be taught?”

“Smart-ass,” Saint grumbled.“I can’t see her as a professional boxer.She has no muscle tone, she’s skinny as fuck, and far as I can tell, no strength.”

“Maybe it’s because someone is stalking her.”

Saint sat up straight.“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, she accused us of going back on our word.Seems like someone was watching her last night at her apartment.”

Saint was quiet for a moment as he processed this.“Seems odd that she recovers our money, beats up her coworker’s boyfriend, and someone happens to spy on her.”

Sinn blinked.“Uh, say what now?Who did she beat up?”

“When she left, I had Dagger tail her,” he said.

He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, scrolling until he found what he searched for, then handed it over.Sinn took it, and when he hit the play button, he watched Kira kick ass with a baseball bat.When the video was over, he played it again.

“I see the boxing worked on the bitch’s nose.Is it wrong this gives me a hard-on?”

“Everything gives you a hard-on,” Saint replied dryly.

“You have to admit, she has good form.Must’ve been sparring with her boss for a while.”