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like grease on a hot griddle. Glaring at Caleb, he took the papers out of his hands and put them on Nicki’s desk.
    Caleb flushed. “Hell, Rafe. I was just teasing her. You know I’m crazy about the little sprite. But damn, even a blind man can see there is something wrong with our hotstuff. If I can’t get her to come clean, maybe you can.”
    Ignoring Rafe’s fierce glare, Caleb turned to Nicki and chucked her under her chin.
    “You know, I’m looking out for you, hotstuff. Always have, always will.”
    He sauntered off, whistling under his breath.
    Rafe realized he was holding onto Nicki’s arm when she tried to twist out of his tight grip. He let go, embarrassed that he’d lost his cool. Seeing Grayson looking from him to Nicki with a puzzled frown, Rafe chided himself. Fuck. Why not just proclaim it. Nothing like the alpha dog marking his tree and warning the other alphas off in the process.
    But Caleb was right. Nicki did look like hell. Her face was pale, strained. She had dark circles under her eyes. He’d kept a surreptitious eye on her throughout the day, although she hadn’t so much as glanced in his direction. She’d dressed in commando gear this morning, a signal not to mess with her. Unfortunately the sleeveless black t-shirt showed off her toned golden arms and soft skin. And no t-shirt tight or loose could hide those voluptuous breasts. Rather than masking her figure, the cammo pants hung low on her hips, straining across her perfect ass. Rafe grimaced. All the tough clothes did was to underscore how feminine she was and how fragile she looked today. Christ, what did he expect? She’d been hit hard last night. By him.
    Rafe moved closer, purposefully crowding her. She backed as far away as she could, but the desk behind forced her into his space.
    “Look at me, Nicki,” he said quietly so the others couldn’t hear him.
    He waited until she reluctantly peered up at him.
    “Caleb’s right, Nicki. You need to eat. We have some long, hard days ahead of us.”
    She tossed her head and glared at him.
    “As I told Caleb, I’m not hungry. When I am, I will eat. Whether I eat or not is none of your concern. I can take care of myself. I always have and I always will.”
    She squeezed by him and sat down, pointedly picking up her papers. When Rafe didn’t move, instead assuming Caleb’s pose leaning against the edge of her desk, she glanced up and flushed at the look on his face.
    She whispered, “What do you want from me, Rafe?”
    He quirked a brow and smiled at her. “It’s like I told the Senator: my company, my rules. I require all my “men” to be in top physical condition. And that means eating whether they want to or not.”
    Nicki flushed even brighter, her eyes were spitting fire. She asked in a harsh whisper. “What are you going to do, force feed me?”
    He smiled at her but his grin didn’t reach his eyes.
    “If necessary.”
    Or, he thought to himself, ignoring her shocked gasp, turn you over my knee and spank your bare ass, after I fuck the hell out of you. Shoving down the mix of anger and lust that had his dick straining at his pants, he turned to the men in the room.
    “Gray, Caleb, Dylan, Sergio, Nicki…. Everyone, gather around.”
    After the men surged forward and he was reasonably confident his shameless body wouldn’t embarrass him, he moved to the aisle.
    “There’s new information. I just got off the telephone. We have a third girl. Cindy Peterson. The eighteen-year-old daughter of Judge Henry Peterson.”
    “The Affiliate Court judge in line to be a Supreme?” Caleb asked, his eyes wide, astonished.
    Rafe nodded.
    “One and the same.”
    Grayson whistled.
    “Volkov?”
    Rafe gave a grim sigh. “Volkov.”

 
Chapter 7
    Chapter 7
    Brooklyn, New York
    Boris glared at the brazen young man in front of him. How dare this piece of shit threaten him? Didn’t he know who he was? He glowered at him but the kid just grinned and tossed back the shot of vodka Boris