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Loki sauntered into Prez’s office and stood at attention with a wide stance and his hands clasped behind him. The cords of Kingdom’s neck bulged, his jaw clenched, and his eyes burned with the fury boiling inside him. Their eyes locked in a battle of wills. This was a smackdown. People would pay good money to see this fight.
Slam! A slap on the hard surface of the desk echoed through the tension rippling through the air. Prez. He warned, “Calm the f**k down, you two.”
Loki broke their stare-down and trained his gaze on Prez, who leaned back in his chair like a king on his throne. His hands were braced behind his head, and his feet were up on his desk. Kingdom almost bust out laughing. Not one of the brothers in the room was fooled by his easy pose.
“I ain’t in the motherfuckin’ moo
