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“You might need this.”

He tossed something in the air, making me snatch it automatically.

I unfolded my fist and found a damn handcuff key there.

“Yeah, thanks, man,” I said, rolling my eyes. But I went ahead and tucked that fucker in my pocket. Just in case.

“If no progress is made by the morning, the others and I will head down and you guys can sleep while we put our ears to the ground. Won’t do us any good if we’re all sleepless.”

“Sounds good,” York said. “Zayn, you coming?”

“I’m going to put my own ears to the ground,” he said. “I’ll keep Huck apprised of any progress on my part.”

With that, he moved out of the kitchen.

“He’s fuming,” Velle said once he was gone. “Never seen him like that before.”

Huck nodded.

“He’s got a dark side for sure. I’m assuming whoever he’s supposed to be selling these guns to are some scary fucks, and he doesn’t want to have to tell them we lost the guns.”

“There’s no way to replace them?” York asked.

“Some, maybe. Possibly. If we reach out to the mother and sister chapters. But not all of them. This was an insane lot. It’s why I was pissed that we didn’t have direct eyes on them after helping get them here.”

“Can’t undo what’s done,” Velle, always the voice of reason, said. “But we can find whoever stole them.”

“Yeah. Keep me updated. And try not to get yourself detained,” he added, shooting me a smirk before walking off.

The ribbing was expected.

Hell, I’d even earned it.

I’d been thinking with my dick.

While she’d been manipulating me.

Though, only partially.

She’d been as into that kiss as I’d been. She’d even admitted it.

But she clearly had shit she had to handle. And I was in the way.

I respected that.

Even if the blue balls had been painful.

“How about I go with you?” Dixon suggested as he grabbed a bagel out of the brown bag on the counter. It was probably half stale and he just took a bite out of it like a damn sandwich.

“Why?”

“I’ve been there before.”

“That’s not really a reason to have you there,” I said, walking through the house.

“Alright. How about making sure you don’t get yourself tied up like that again?”

I turned back, surprised he said it. And maybe a little impressed.