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The dim bedroom light caught the ink on Vince’s arms as he shoved a tee into the duffel. He didn’t ask; he commanded. Zev, pretty and built, watched him like gravity. “Fold it again,” Vince ordered. Zev scoffed but complied, earning a smirk. Vince lit a cigarette, smoke curling around his jaw, then casually stripped to swap boxers, unbothered by Zev’s gaze. “Relax,” Zev said. “Didn’t ask,” Vince replied, crowding him. Outside, their bikes cooled. “You pack the booze?” Vince checked. “Yeah.” “The cash?” “Yeah.” “The shit we don’t want found?” Zev tapped his pocket. “On me.” Vince grabbed his leather jacket. “Good. Don’t fuck this up.” Zev leaned back, trusting. “You act like I ever do.” “You don’t. Because I don’t let you.” At…