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Cutter’s nose tickled from the dust motes spinning in the air as he sauntered into Prez’s old office. Although back from chemo and radiation, Prez was too tired most days to move off the couch in the main area. That was his new office. However, privacy was needed for the next step in his plan. Hey, if he couldn’t get his s**t together with Greta, at least he could fix his club. Time to get to the bottom of the Loki situation. Figure out where his head was and lock him down. His gaze moved to Loki, who hung back against the wall like a caged wild animal.
Kingdom came in behind him, eyes hard and mouth tight.
As they took positions around the room, Prez locked the door and pocketed the key. No one was leaving until he said so. The tension in the room was as deafening as a jackhammer on
