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“When did you and Ghost become besties?” I demanded, feeling like this was far too dangerous to happen.

“I’m the weapons expert out of the group, so I chatted with him about what our options were. Wes mentioned they used some unusual things for their jobs, so I wanted to get their thoughts, and Ghost was more than happy to share,” Void explained, then handed over a piece of paper with scribbles on it. “I’ve made a list for you.”

Taking the list, I looked over what he’d written. “Okay, when I was talking about the flame thrower earlier, I was kidding.”

“Just think, little demon, you’ve got a car full of bad guys, and you can’t get to them because of bulletproof glass. The car is still metal and can be heated up like a toaster oven, then pop, out come the people.” The excitement on Void’s face shouldn’t be that adorable, but it was.

Groaning, I raked a hand through my hair, looking over the rest. It was a solid list of many things I’d gotten for them personally. Some were even suggestions I’d made to them over the years they now seemed to have adopted.

“Alright, I’ll reach out to my people as soon as we get back to LA,” I answered. “Just so we’re clear, though. The tank is mine.”

Void scowled at this declaration. “Will you let me ride in it with you?”

“Possibly, but only if you promise not to beg me to shoot the first shell,” I countered.

He stroked his beard as he thought about this. “Can I load the shell?”

Narrowing my eyes, I waited for a beat then nodded. “Those are acceptable terms.”

The smile that lit up Void’s face was priceless.

“You two are fucking weird,” Picasso muttered.

Cognac punched him in the arm. “Like you wouldn’t want to drive around in a tank running over shit and blowing up buildings.”

“No, actually, I don’t want to ride around in a metal death machine that could become an oven doing just what Void explained earlier. Haven’t any of you watched the History Channel?” Picasso argued.

Predictably, they all shook their heads.

“Does watching Saving Private Ryan count?” Eagle asked.

“Hopeless, utterly hopeless,” Picasso muttered, chucking a pillow at his brother’s face. “How are we even related?”

Done with my meal, I got up and stretched my arms over my head, leaning side to side humming with the welcoming burn of knowing I’d been fucked well and good last night. With a happy little sigh, I lowered my arms and found the guys watching me with heated expressions.

“Wow, didn’t know stretching was such a turn-on,” I commented.

Cognac gave me a sly grin. “Oh, it most certainly is, loba, when doing so puts your pretty pussy on display.”

Curious, I lifted my arms, and sure enough, half my pussy peeked out from under the shirt. “Huh, well, that’s good to know so I don’t do that in mixed company.”

“Now why would that be something you need to worry about?” Eagle demanded with an edge to his tone. “You better not be walking around in just a T-shirt with other people around. That just-fucked-and-put-to-bed look is for us and us alone.”

“You say the sweetest things,” I gushed, blowing him a kiss. “Now I’m going to take a shower and get ready for the day. I’ll leave what that will consist of to you guys since I agree all these things are important.”

“I can’t tell what I like better in that shirt… watching her coming or going,” Cam said with mutterings of agreement from the rest.

Damn, these men of mine are good for my ego.

Not that I had a problem with it before, but still, every woman needed compliments like this in their life.

Chapter 16

Dax

An hour later, we all piled into the SUV and were on our way to the private medical treatment facility Cam had gotten Mariana into. Apparently, it was also used for agents or officers who needed to be detoxed or treated after deep undercover work. It was all kept on the down-low and was guarded to ensure no one would stumble upon it or the patients inside. Cam had given the rehab center a heads-up that we were coming so when he handed over his ID, they waved us in.

The place looked like any family practice medical center I’d been to, except for the gated entrance and such. We parked in front of the building and headed to the main door, where we had to be buzzed in.