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Cutter was chillin’ beside Puck at an impromptu party after a long-a*s, burn-the-midnight-oil business meeting. Kingdom had succeeded in uniting the brothers to convert the Squad into a legit enterprise. After Greta’s visit to the clubhouse, Cutter had explicitly told Sage to keep her away, but, f**k his life, she was back. As Kingdom’s old lady, Sage had a lot of leeway, but she was getting too big for her high-heeled lawyer shoes. He scowled at her for a good solid minute before she noticed. Her smile wobbled, and she mouthed “I’m sorry.”
Seething, he returned his gaze to Greta and drank her in like an alcoholic on a bender. As usual, she was covered, but that sexy, tight-fitting dress of hers left nothing to the imagination. His gaze bored into a group of brothers milling around ne
