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a teenage little shit on a thrill would do?”
     
    Hector frowned. “No.”
     
    “Right. So, you want that port? This is what it’s going to take.”
     
    The biker slowly nodded in return, reflecting on his words. “Alright, Borden. This is something we can negotiate.”
     
    “No negotiating,” he retorted firmly. “You do this, and that fucking port is there for you to use whenever your savage little heart desires.”
     
    Silence.
     
    Hector took a moment to reflect. His eyes were on me throughout the long minute he was silently debating Borden’s conditions. There was a reluctance in him, like looking after me if shit went south was a bad thing. I couldn’t see why it would be. The sudden resentment in his eyes had me looking away. Appearing at ease, he’d seemed friendly. Looking resentful, he was pretty fucking scary.
     
    “Fine,” I heard him say, his voice tight. “But we’re going to talk this through, and I don’t want her in the room while we do it. Women don’t belong in here, Borden. I wasn’t raised by a pop who condoned club bitches into our meetings, and regardless of what she means to you, I’m not willing to bend the rules about this.”
     
    Club bitch? What dumbass female would want to call herself a club bitch with this fucking jerk around?
     
    This time I didn’t glare at him, though. I actually agreed! I would have done anything to get out of there and rid my mind of the words that had just been exchanged. Of Borden pretty much admitting to killing the men that murdered Kate.
     
    I made them sing. He’d said.
     
    God, the chills that shot through me were unending. Every bone in my body stiffened. I was sitting in a room filled with murderers, and the man I was sharing a bed with was probably the worst of them all.
     
    Breathe, breathe.
     
    “I’m going to fucking let that ‘club bitch’ reference slide just this once. I’m not letting her out there with all your guys,” Borden said gravely. “She stays.”
     
    “I can take care of myself,” I whispered to him, my eagerness bleeding out of me. “Graeme will be with me. I’ll be fine.”
     
    Borden didn’t look at me – didn’t even acknowledge what I said – as he repeated, “She stays.”
     
    Hector exhaled, shaking his head in defeat. “I’m only letting this slide because of what I get at the end of this, Borden. But if she stays, she’s on the list of people that knows what the rest of the world only speculates about the Warlords. You really wanna have her name there on that list?”
     
    Borden suddenly leaned over the table, his face filled with that familiar rage I’d seen in him before.
     
    Shit. Shit.
     
    “Go on and threaten her life again, Hector,” he growled heatedly. “You’re in my house now, motherfucker. Open that mouth and tell me about the list you’re putting her on so I can jump over this desk and stick my knife in your throat and watch you bleed out like a fucking animal. Do it. I fucking dare you .”
     
    My heart climbed up my throat and my stomach dropped. Shaking, I stared at Hawke and Graeme, but they were standing steady behind Hector. Graeme was gripping the gun tighter, watching the biker’s moves carefully. Hawke remained indecipherable, the only part of him moving were his eyes; back and forth from Borden to Hector and back again. I wondered if it came down to the wire where his loyalty truly rested. Would he back Borden, or his brother?
     
    I desperately hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
     
    Hector leaned over, matching Borden’s stance. His face changed. Turned darker, harder. They both looked lethal.
     
    Hector’s eyes flickered to mine very briefly, but I caught it just the same. Something lurked in those dark irises, something that suddenly made my chest constrict.
     
    With a tight voice, he finally replied, “She stays.”
     
    I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, and Graeme visibly relaxed. Borden nodded once and sat up straight