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He jerked his head back, narrowly avoiding being smacked with her phone. Snatching it from her, he stared at the paused video. Already regretting his next move, he pressed Play.

Gritting his teeth, he watched the video.

“Well?” Natalia demanded.

“Do you really think I care about a video filled with lies?”

“Were any drinks served to any minors here last night?”

Cocking his head to look past Natalia, he saw Buck hunched over, cupping his balls through his jeans. “What’s wrong, Buck?”

“She kneed me in the balls,” Buck croaked.

Wizard wisely kept his thoughts to himself.

Holding the blanket securely around his waist, he rose from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes widened when he noticed Margarita sitting naked on the other side of the mattress. He must have pulled the blanket off her when he grabbed it to cover himself.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came here to get you to fix this.” Natalia shoved the phone in front of his face again.

Pressing shaking fingers to his forehead, he was tempted to reach for his gun and put himself out of his misery. “Not you. Her.”

Margarita reached for the blanket, attempting to tug it away from him. “All the other beds were full.”

Keeping a firm grip on the blanket, Wizard gave her a curt nod. “Get out.”

With an offended toss of her shoulders, Margarita climbed out of bed, gathered her clothes, and walked naked from the room.

Natalia gave him a disgusted look. “You’re a jerk.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He turned toward Buck. “You can go.”

Buck was standing straighter, though his expression remained pained. At least he no longer appeared close to tears.

He shot Natalia what was clearly intended to be a menacing look. Wizard didn’t have the heart to tell the fucker that it looked more like a grimace while he remained hunched over like an eighty-year-old man.

Natalia didn’t wait for the door to close before resuming her demands. “I want this taken care of right now!”

Leaning back against the headboard, Wizard regarded her dispassionately. “Why should I help you?”

From Natalia’s stunned expression, she clearly hadn’t expected him to refuse.

“You wouldn’t only be helping me but The Last Riders as well. Don’t you care if your club gets shut down because of these accusations?”

“Not particularly. I could use a break from the constant partying. The brothers can buy their booze somewhere else and bring it back for personal use. They’re all over twenty-one.”

Her hand tightened around her phone as if she wanted to bash him over the head with it. “Let me get this straight. My reputation is being slandered, and you’re refusing to help me?”

“Like I said, why should I care? Your reputation is no skin off my nose.”.

One second, Natalia stood there gaping at him in disbelief; the next, she launched herself at him. Her fury gave her an unexpected strength, forcing him to protect the most vulnerable parts of his anatomy. He didn’t know which hand to grab first—the one trying to tear his dick off at the root or the one reaching for his throat. Thankfully, his military training had prepared him to handle the enraged she-wolf determined to maim him.

He seized the more dangerous hand and pulled it away from his dick before capturing the one at his throat.

Wizard didn’t attempt to decipher the torrent of Italian curses she hurled at him as he pinned her hands behind her back. He did, however, understand the final sentence she screamed.

“I’m going to kill you!”