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She’s leaning on Torch’s bike.

My grip tightened around the phone as the third message hit me like a punch to the gut.

She said I was attractive.

God fucking damnit.

Diesel burst out laughing, his voice echoing off the walls. “Holy hell.”

Knox stopped mid-sentence, his attention now fully on me. “What happened?”

I set the phone down slowly, my mood shifting like the storm clouds gathering outside. “Emma.”

Diesel leaned forward in his chair, his interest piqued. “Oh, this should be good.”

Ghost finally glanced up from his laptop, his curiosity getting the better of him. “She provoking you again?”

I dragged a hand down my beard, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “She’s flirting with my men.”

Diesel barked out another laugh, clearly enjoying the drama. “Jesus Christ.”

Knox rubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head. “That girl has a death wish.”

Ghost tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful. “Or she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

I picked the phone back up, my mind racing. I dialed her number, feeling a mix of irritation and anticipation. Across the table, Diesel leaned back in his chair, already entertained. “This is gonna end badly.”

The phone rang once. Twice. Then she answered.

“Hello?”

Just hearing her voice lit a fuse in my chest—sweet, soft, mouthy as hell.

“Emma.”

Across the table, Knox slowly leaned back, a knowing look on his face. Diesel grinned like he’d just bought front-row tickets to a fight. “You flirting with my men now?”

A pause lingered before her voice returned, light and teasing. “Maybe.”

My jaw clenched, the heat of possessiveness flooding my veins. “Stop.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not a reason.”

Diesel mouthedoh boyacross the table, Ghost stopped typing, and Knox crossed his arms. Everyone in the damn room was listening now, the tension palpable.

“You leaning on their bikes too?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous.

“Maybe.”

“You testing me on purpose?”

“Maybe.”

Christ. I closed my eyes for a second, dragging a slow breath through my lungs, trying to rein in the fire she ignited within me.