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I pressed the doorbell, and a familiar face greeted me on the other side of the door.

Just not the face I had been hoping for.

“Declan Shaw,” Camden said, chuckling. “Can’t say I’m surprised to see your ass on my doorstep, but after all that shit-talking, maybe I should be.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Funny, my sister says you’re one of the good guys. Is that true?” He looked over his shoulder before we connected eyes again. “When I asked my cousins that question”—he laughed—“they had a whole lot to say about you.”

“I’m sure they did, especially Dominick. He’s got more dirt on me than a goddamn coffin.”

“Listen, we all have our pasts. I’m certainly no exception.” He reached forward to pound my fist. “I just want to make sure it doesn’t interfere with my sister. That one deserves to be treated right.”

After our knuckles tapped, I pulled my hand back and said, “She will be; you have no reason to worry.” I continued to read his eyes, weighing what he was looking for. “I owe you