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“On what,” he asked, lips curled into a srin He was so sure I wanted him, and the fact that I did only made his smile annoy me more

“Whether or not you eat like a farhed and tossed a warht in my mouth “Thanks”

“Neat trick”

“Jealous?”

Cash leaned back in his chair and slung one arm across the empty space beside him as he took a sip of his beer, his eyes never left mine “Never been jealous of a tortilla chip a day in my life Until now”

I pressed , swelling ache between theroan

Then the gorgeous bastard laughed

Damn him

Chapter Two

Cash

Fucking Wag up the road between Brently and Tacapeo for the past few days, and I kneas up to no good I watched that fucker slip across the border and back at least six tis were full to bursting To anybody paying attention it would look as though a , and I knew that shit was intentional But I couldn’t do a da about it because he wore an all-black leather vest with no club insignia

I followed on my Ducati just in case I found s were nice, reliable, All-American bikes But this bad boy was built for speed and precision It was a perfect stakeout vehicle I kept a distance between us because I knew I could catch up if I needed to—for now I just wanted to observe And I did I watched him bypass the unmarked entrance to one of Lazarus’ stash houses and drive another twenty miles to another stash house used by the Mexican Devils This house was situated on the border of Ozo and Clarity, which meant he had technically broken the rules

But watching hi Devil I’d never seen before, I kneas still doing dirty shit Those packages were als because the Devils were deep into heroine and coke Legal weed across the country had put thereen business, and there hispers of sex trafficking, but not even the Feds had been able to prove it Not yet, anyway

I hopped back onover at a truck stop to update Mick “Yeah, Wagman was by hies he dropped off in Clarity”

“Shit! All right, good going, Cash Now get your ass back here, and be careful”