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She has a secret
Kelly Martin is in bed with the enemy, and she keeps her position until old lovers resurface, demanding answers. Facing an uncertain mission, Colt Candy, Kemper Lox, Brand Marx, Gabe Johns, and Crue Candy meet in Sin City. And it doesn’t take them long to gauge the enormous dangers surrounding the woman they love.
They plan to uncover the truth
Fighting to protect her, the Underground Unit operatives soon realize the threat against Kelly cannot be neutralized when the enemy has a strong hold on someone close to home. To make matters worse, a gambling debt places Kelly in the direct line of fire.
Playing a game no one can win
Several Underground Unit operatives ante up in a high-stakes poker game where winners are only determined if they walk away with their lives. And a dead man’s hand is the least of all worries.
“I’m not too worried about Colt now,” Crue said, watching Brock Donovan from the corner of his eye. “Sorry you had to witness the show.”
“I didn’t watch. I have my own handful at home,” Brock said, reading over some documents.
“When did you get in town?” Kemper asked.
“What the fuck does it matter?” Brock fired back. “The important thing is I’m here and with any luck, I can negotiate with Lorenzo if your fearless—never mind recently fucked—leader can’t pull off the win.”
“We all know that win is a death sentence, too,” Crue said, hoping Brock would enlighten him if he happened to be wrong.
He didn’t. He returned to the paperwork, occasionally smirking when his phone buzzed with a text message. No doubt, the messages exchanged were personal.
“What’s the plan?” Brand asked, taking a seat across from Brock.
“Riley is dealing the cards, for starters,” Brock informed them.
Crue made a fist and drew back his arm. “Yes! That’s what I like to hear.”
Brock frowned. “I wouldn’t say this deal is in the bag, yet. Somebody managed to fuck up our plan when they asked for a new dealer every hour.”
“How do we work around that?” Brand asked.
“The poker room manager told Lorenzo the casinos on the Strip have utilized a new policy for private games. All dealers remain in the room until the game is over.” He typed a few words in his phone, grunted, and sent another message. He looked up again. “Veronica and Sloane Remington are in the lineup, too. We have three operatives inside.”
Crue snickered. “Let me guess, Sloane wouldn’t let Veronica work alone?”
Brock’s nose twitched. “He’s not as obsessed as he used to be.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it for myself.”
“He’s worse,” Brock said, glancing up. “She’s pregnant.”
“What?” Crue felt like he’d taken a punch to the gut. “Are you out of your mind? You’ve read the new information we have on Lorenzo and his operations. He views women as weak links, and his men won’t have a problem putting a gun to Veronica’s head.”
“That would be a grave mistake,” Brock said, ever so cool. “Sloane is a beast when he fights for Veronica, and let’s not forget Veronica is well trained. She’s one of the best operatives we have.”
“Is she packing?” Gabe asked.
“In places you and I can only dream about,” Brock said, grunting.
“You don’t have a thing for Sloane’s woman. Do you, Brock?” Crue asked, deviling him.
His phone rang about that time. His ringtone hummed with “Endless Love.” How sweet. “No,” he replied, standing and leaving the room. “Hey, baby.”
Brock’s entire demeanor changed when his wife called. Maybe they’d have a good phone fuck before the poker game began. Brock was like a stiff rod waiting to strike back at the first bolt of lightning. Sydney Kane Donovan must’ve been a saint or completely insane to live with the man.
“As far as obsessions go, Brock Donovan is owned by a woman,” Kemper said, shaking his head.
“I know someone else who isn’t far behind him,” Brand said, waggling his brows. “Crue, you should’ve seen Kemper last week. He’s as lovesick as Colt and I don’t care how much he denies his feelings. I watched him with my very eyes.” He lowered his chin and dropped his voice to taunt him. “Miss Submissive.”
“She eats that stuff up,” Kemper said, assuming his notorious cocky attitude.
An alarm alerted them of the approaching hour. The poker game was set to start.
“Showtime, boys,” Crue said.
Gabe took his seat in front of a computer monitor. “Here we go. May the cards fall in Colt’s favor.”
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