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When did he get here? I swear he was about to fuck that girl who was rubbing herself all over him less than fifteen minutes ago. “I’m not asking for permission. I’ll go against the Osborns and Serena if needed.” Isabella again. “Be reasonable,” a third masculine voice says. I want to say it’s Gavin, but I’m not sure. “That’s like asking a shark not to bite.” There’s vague amusement in Preston’s voice. “Izzy’s right.” A girl’s voice. “Let us do this our way.” “Truly, I don’t mind. The crazier the better. Just give me time to prepare my popcorn,” Preston says. “Davenport?” Though I’m not sure what the hell they’re talking about, I’m certain it’s about Vencor, and I find myself leaning closer with bated breath to hear Kane’s reply. I suspected it before, but now I’m positive he has some leadership role. Not only as the head of the Vipers, but also their little group. He’s the right path to follow, if only I weren’t so terrified of him. A strong hand lands on top of my head. “What do you t