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There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt with.
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"If you don't make a move on Lark, I'm going to hook you two up. Don't make me stoop to that shit, man. Bad enough I'm helping Tucker find a decent fuck for Bailey. I really don't need to play matchmaker with you too." "I've got it handled." Cooper smirked. "Lark's coming to your shop to get a tat fixed. You're welcome for that." "What?" I muttered, frowning even if this idea interested me. "She's got a lame worm tat and needs it fixed. She works at that Denny's and can't afford it, so I said I would pay. I like paying for chicks to get nice tats. Makes me feel charitable." "It's a worm?" I asked, wondering why Lark would have a fucking worm tattoo. "Looks like one. I think it was supposed to be a butterfly. I can't remember. Farah got all territorial and I about jizzed my pants." "Too much fucking info, man," I said, emphasizing each word. "Whatever. Just make sure you look your best when she shows up. I don't want you scaring her away. She's cute and available and I don't want Vaughn messing with Lark. He's trouble and will eat her alive." Even though I said nothing, Cooper started laughing. "You're jealous." Exhaling hard, I flipped him off again, but he just kept laughing. "Yeah, well, you better get that girl or I might set her up with someone from the club. Judd still gets weird around Mac. Need to get him a woman so Judd won't kill him on accident one day," Cooper said, air quoting "accident." Leaning back, I doodled on my napkin until I realized I was drawing Lark again. Cooper didn't seem to notice. He was too busy frowning at his phone. "Problem?" "More shit from the Devils. They're pushing and we'll need to push back. Might need to call someone in to go to Tucson to handle the problem at the top." "Someone?" "Don't you worry. Business shit." "Now, you're secretive. Where was this when you were talking about jazzing your pants."
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