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“Thank you, I will,” I muttered as I marched back to Eagle’s room.

Chapter nine

Dax

When I charged into Eagle’s room, I realized that Dani was still waiting for the all-clear. The one the guys had forgotten to give her.

“Sorry, girl, seven men, someone's always horny. I promise nothing gross happened. Wes is incredibly particular about kitchens and being sanitary,” I said with a shrug. “Anything I need to make sure he does or doesn’t do while he isn’t under your watchful eye?”

“No, he will probably want to sleep or at least doze after the pain pill kicks in. After he eats, if he wants to come out and lay on the couch, it should be fine. I just want to make sure the meds are working before he starts to piss off the wound,” Dani shared.

Nodding, I stepped aside so she could leave and headed over to Eagle. Then setting the bowls down on the nightstand, I set up the tray that went over Eagle’s lap. “Hope you like beef stew.”

“It’s the middle of the fucking summer,” Eagle blurted. “What the hell is he doing making fucking stew?”

Grinning, I handed him his meal and sat at the foot of the bed to eat my own. “That’s what I said, but then I pissed him off, and he got all feisty.”

“Oh, is that what happened?” Eagle asked with a knowing look. “How does complaining about dinner end up with you coming? That doesn’t seem very Westly like.”

I didn’t answer right away and took a few bites of my stew. “I blame Cam for giving Wes ideas.”

Eagle’s brows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“Cam wanted to know if he could masturbate while watching Wes tease me as punishment for complaining about dinner. Then it turned into a whole thing, and I got choked, and my nipples yanked until I came right there on the kitchen counter.”

“Fuck, and I missed it?” Eagle groaned, leaning his head back. “Damn, I bet it was a sight to see.”

“You can ask Cam or Cognac. He showed up at some point to take part in the fun,” I shared while shoving another spoonful of stew in my mouth. Damn, this stuff was good.

“How am I going to survive two weeks of not playing with you? I can’t even jerk myself off because it hurts too much to bend like that,” Eagle muttered.

I paused and cocked my head. “Um, have you already tried?”

“What the fuck else was I gonna do left alone while you guys saved the crew?”

He had a point there. I’m not sure what I would have done in his situation. “Well, maybe if you ask nicely, I could take care of it for you. Not today or tomorrow. You need a few more days to let your wound settle before we start skirting the rules.”

A hungry look grew in Eagle’s expression. “I think I can hold out for that.”

There was a rap on the door before the group filed into his bedroom all with bowls of stew. They found places to sit, making themselves comfortable.

“What the fuck do you all think you’re doing?” Eagle demanded. “Who the hell told you bastards you could be in here, let alone with food?”

Picasso, who was sitting on the other side of the bed next to his brother, shrugged. “How else are we gonna talk to you?”

“Dani said I could move out to the couch, now get the fuck out.” Eagle snarled.

Cognac shook his head. “Sorry, pres, but not today, we need to go over stuff, and it would be better to have you where we need you. Just in case we need to knock your ass out again. Stress isn’t good for a healing patient, you know.”

A vein on Eagle's forehead started to pulse, but he was trying his best not to explode on them. “Does this really need to happen now?” he bit out.

“The longer we leave Elena in the hands of the De León, the worse it is for everyone,” Picasso reminded. “You think you can put aside your neurotic behavior for just one night?”

That had the president shutting right up, but he still glowered at the others. I took that as acceptance and turned to Wes. “Did Demitri have anything useful to tell us?”

Wes shrugged. “Yes and no. There was a lot that we already knew but a few names I hadn’t heard before. When I looked them up, I found they were tied more to Marco than to Diego. It could be that they were sent to help with the big-picture goal or that Marco doesn’t trust Diego to get the job done the way he should.”

“What do you think it is?” Picasso asked.