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was hot. He chuckled when Nero held his hand up to Gunnar’s mouth. He did the same, lapping at his mate’s hand until it was clean.
    “Gunny?”
    “Yeah, babe?”
    “I’m interested in sex.” Nero sighed.
    “I’m relieved to hear you say that.”

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    Maverick threw his head back laughing. His chair losing its balance as it toppled over. He pulled himself up from the floor until he was bending over his desk, chuckles bursting from his mouth. “He checked you for fleas?” Maverick fell back to the floor, lying there until the laughter finally ebbed. “I’m so glad we got to keep him.”
    “Mine.” Gunnar growled. It wasn’t that funny.
    Commander Hawk was holding his stomach, leaning into Kota, as he, too, was suffering from the giggle fits. Kota, Maverick’s Beta, held a hand over his mouth, trying his best to stop laughing.
    “You fuckers done yet?” Gunnar snarled.
    Maverick held a finger up, cracking up all over again. “Did he find any?” His face turned red as he laughed so hard he cried.
    “Hardy har har.” Gunnar rolled his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have said a damn word. He looked over his shoulder. Tank, Evan, and Remi, three Sentry wolves, were rolling around laughing.
    “Can we get to the serious part now?” Gunnar yelled above the idiots.
    Maverick attempted to stifle himself, which wasn’t working out too well. “What? Checked you for ticks as well?”
    “Well, yeah, but that’s not it.”
    A whole new round of laughter burst from the peanut gallery.
    Gunnar growled. He needed to talk to a composed Maverick. “Will you guys shut the hell up? His dad abused him, left scars all over his Nutter Nero
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    back! You gonna help me with that or continue to giggle like little schoolgirls?” Gunnar shouted. He was beyond pissed. He wasn’t about to rest until daddy dearest paid the ultimate price.
    Maverick stopped laughing, straightened his chair up, and snarled at Gunnar. “Where is that son of a bitch?” The room fell silent. “I didn’t press him about it. You should have seen his back. It looked like a whipping post. I’m so damn angry I want to tear the asshole’s throat out.” Gunnar paced the office, ready to chew nails. Nero was so small. How could anyone hurt such a defenseless man?
    “You need to talk to your mate. Find out how he feels about his father. I don’t think he’ll be thanking you if he still loves the man.” Maverick held up a hand to stop Gunnar from arguing, “A lot of children defend their abusers, seeing it as their fault, something they did wrong while still idolizing the aggressor. Find out where he stands with this before you go all Rambo. You know you have our full support.”
    Gunnar clenched his jaw. He knew his Alpha was right, but if Nero still held his daddy in high esteem, this would create a problem.
    He wanted that asshole to pay for what he did to his nutter.

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    Nero sat on the couch in the den, strumming his fingers against his knee. This place was too untidy. Nothing was in its place. He scrubbed his palms against his jeans. They were itching to clean and put everything in its place.
    He stood, walking over to the entertainment stand, straightening the games until they were perfectly aligned. Next, he centered the movies, putting them in alphabetical order, picking up the papers that were lying on the stand. He didn’t have a clue what to do with them, so he opened the cabinet and shoved them in there. He bit his thumbnail, pacing around the billiard table, wiping lint from the green 40
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    felt, and then he raced back across the room, extracting the papers and throwing them away. When in doubt, throw it out. He stacked the coasters neatly on the coffee table. Eyeing the correct distance from end to end, he centered the coasters exactly in the middle.
    Next, he tackled the juice bar, submerging the blender in the mini sink, scrubbing the little pieces of dried pulp from inside the plastic container. He lined