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made me look more awake. But now, I felt like it matched the circles underneath my puffy lids.
     
    I had six missed calls from Vero, two from Anya, and one from Lydia. Oh great , I thought as I slid my phone into my pocket. Today’s going to be awesome . After I showered and nibbled at some breakfast, I drove over to the Amazons’ clubhouse. In the light of day, I had to admit that the building looked pretty seedy. It was an older brick building and the ground was covered with old brick dust and weeds outside. I decided immediately that we’d have to set up some kind of beautification project—if we didn’t want the city on our asses for criminal activity, we were going to have to start looking a lot more legit.
     
    The girls didn’t look too pleased to see me. I grabbed a beer and sat down at the table, glancing and Vero and Anya. They were seated with their heads close together, and Vero looked spitting mad about something.
     
    “So,” Vero said when I sat down and took a sip of beer. “Did you do it?”
     
    I sighed, pulling out my phone and scrolling to a picture of a passed-out Elliot on the bed. “I did,” I said. “It was pretty fuckin’ easy. I was just sitting there and he rolled up and sat next to me and bought me a couple of drinks. I drugged his first drink and then spilled my bag. He was only too eager to help,” I explained, raising my eyebrows and staring at Vero.
     
    She didn’t look impressed. “So what now?”
     
    Irritation flared inside of me. I wanted to shake her by the shoulders and demand to know when she’d stopped respecting me, when she didn’t actually care about being my friend anymore. Business was business but Vero and I had been close long before the formation of the Amazons. I’d always thought that we’d make it through anything together, but I was starting to find out that I’d apparently been wrong.
     
    “So,” I said carefully. “We go after the Russians, if that’s what y’all are interested in.”
     
    Anya frowned. “Why not the Tiger’s Blood?”
     
    “Because,” I said, feeling grouchier with each passing second. “Because if we target them, it’s going to be obvious. We had a little showdown with a few members when they showed up for the party, and then Vero saw one of them sneaking away after the attack. They’re going to know it’s us.”
     
    “I want those fuckers to know it was us,” Vero growled. The other girls cheered and clapped when Vero was finished. She bared her teeth and glared at me. “I want those assholes to know exactly who is fucking with them.”
     
    I frowned and steepled my hands together on the table. Five seconds in and this wasn’t going the way that I’d hoped. Not at all.
     
    “Right, but if we try to take them down, it ain’t gonna work with just us,” I said through gritted teeth. “It’s a better move for us to drag down their supplier, and then sneak in while they’re weak. If we can steal all of their business, they’re not going to have a source of revenue and they’ll be weaker than ever.”
     
    Anya shook her head. “That’s not good enough,” she said. “I want justice for Lydia.”
     
    “So do I,” I protested hotly. “That’s exactly what I want, that’s why I’m here.”
     
    Lydia, who had been quiet the whole time, gazed up at me with hardened eyes. “I want to see them all dead,” she said in a sotto voice. “The doctor told me that I won’t be able to have children as a result of the attack.”
     
    I shuddered. I couldn’t believe it had been two weeks since Lydia’s assault. She was already up and running around with the rest of us, even though she’d been through some extreme and traumatic pain. She was stronger than I gave her credit for, even if Vero didn’t agree.
     
    “They’ll be useless,” I promised Lydia. Her face relaxed a bit, the corners of her lips turning up into a faint smile. “But we have to know the right way to do this.”
     
    “The right