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I told him about Darlings.
For a long moment Falcon said nothing. He just stood there staring at Zane as if he
didn t know who Zane was. The pulse at Falcon s temple beat harder. Zane wasn t a small
man and didn t fear much, but he d always been leery when his twin got that look.
You. Did. What?
What did you want me to do? Zane asked angrily. Darlings were coming after
him. Was I supposed to leave him out there defenseless?
He s a fucking cop. He s not defenseless!
Zane felt his anger reaching a pinnacle and then& nothing. He began to laugh. He
laughed so hard he had to grip the counter. Falcon gazed at him as if he had lost his damn
mind. Zane tried to bring his laughter under control, but it took a moment before he could
finally speak. I know how to fuck things up.
Falcon narrowed his eyes. This isn t funny, Zane.
It s amusing as hell. Let Tate try to prove Darlings exist. Zane chuckled some
more because he knew the detective wouldn t be able to. Darlings looked just as human as
everyone else. They weren t going to let Tate catch them Darlings protected their own
vehemently.
The only way wolves could detect them was from their noxious odor.
Falcon frowned and ran a hand over his hair. I want you to stay the hell away from
him.
He s marked, Zane reminded Falcon.
Fine, fuck him and then forget he exists.
Zane knew that was easier said than done. Tate wasn t about to let him get that up
close and personal. Not when they were awake, anyway. He was going to have to be
extremely careful with his interaction concerning the detective. Falcon wasn t too happy.
He would shit bricks if Zane continued to hang around the cop.
As much as he loved and respected his brother, Zane had to do him.
I need to head out and Emilio has an errand to run. I need you to stay here and
watch over Lonnie and Garrett, Falcon said.
I got it. Zane left Falcon standing there as he walked up front. Emilio was already
gone. Jake was behind the register, Lonnie and Garrett in their rooms working. Instead of
taking a seat on the couch, he walked outside and sat on the top step. Because it was still
early in the day, the Dirty Hole was only semi-active. But there was still plenty of noise
coming from the place. Zane watched a stray dog walk by, sniffing at the trash on the curb.
Damn, so much had changed over the past few months. Zane remembered when he
didn t have too many worries. Life had been much simpler before the Dark Riders started
hanging out on the Lower East Side.
His thoughts turned to Tate, and Zane couldn t resist. He used their connection to
take a tiny peek into the guy s head. He could tell that Tate was at the station, but the guy
was thinking about& Zane grinned.
Tate was thinking about the dream they d shared last night, and there was no
mistaking the lust he felt in the guy s head. Maybe, just maybe, Zane could finesse the cop
into bed and remove the damn mark once and for all.
* * * *
Santos stood outside the Second Street Market, gazing at his cousin. Come again?
Emilio couldn t believe it himself. If Zane really was in bed with the cop, Emilio
wasn t sure what he would do. The detective was aching to put the Dark Riders in prison.
And ever since Emilio had killed Vincent Hullender, things had been hot around the
neighborhood.
I saw him talking with the detective last night, he told his cousin. They looked
too damn cozy to me. With everything that s been going on lately, we don t need Zane
losing it.
He wouldn t drop a dime on us. Santos sounded confident, but Emilio wasn t. It
wasn t like the Dark Riders were squeaky clean. They d killed their fair share of Durango
wolves and Darlings. Although killing Darlings left no evidence behind, they could still be
tied to one of the wolves murders. It was all in self-defense, but Emilio knew the cops
wouldn t look at it that way. There was a whole other life beating inside this city that the
humans weren t aware of.
Emilio pulled Rider closer as people came and went from the market. It was a
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