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It was no hardship distracting Greta.
Cutter took her to the dive bar the Squad was in the process of negotiating to purchase. Kingdom hadn’t committed to becoming president, but his determination to push the Squad into going legal was a good sign. The brothers stopped by on the regular to check the place out. Different days, different hours.
The bar was packed on Saturday nights. The music was pumping through speakers that had seen better days, as they made their way through the entrance with another surge of people. Tucked into his side, he pushed Greta through and joined the brothers at the far corner of the bar. He elbowed one asshole out of the way who’d toppled off a barstool and had almost bumped into Greta. Hoisting her onto a stool, he caged her in between his legs. Scanning
