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I did not like the way we were leaving this. But I couldn’t see it ending any other way.
I followed Maddox out to his van, and along the way, I texted Andre.
Me: Where are you?
Andre: At the club. What’s the situation?
Me: Neutralized. I’ll talk to Brody and Naveen.
Me: Take Summer home. Now. Wait for me there.
Andre: What do I tell her?
Me: Tell her it’s not negotiable.
We got into the van, and I said, “Take me to Summer’s.”
“You good?” Maddox asked me. Like we were suddenly girlfriends, and he was gonna offer to let me pour out my feelings over a bucket of ice cream.
“Just drive,” I growled. I clawed my hand through my hair and tried to get a hold of myself.
My hands were still shaking from the adrenaline dump. My pulse hammered in my throat.
I felt queasy as shit, and I never got queasy. My chest fucking hurt as my heart pumped with life, with violence, with passion.
For her.
I knew now how very personal this was. All of it. I wasn’t acting as a bodyguard tonight.
I was acting as an enraged boyfriend.
And all of it was for her. Tailing Sanchuk here and pulling a power drill on him, threatening to torture him, beating the shit out of him?
Leaving the Kings to take care of him?
That was all personal.
Because I was in love with Summer Sorensen.
And you did not fuck with a woman I loved.
Chapter Thirty-One
Summer
It was almost two in the morning when Ronan came home.
I’d come straight home with Andre after the nightclub, skipping out on a thousand Halloween afterparties, like Andre, and Brody, basically ordered me to. On Ronan’s behalf, apparently.
And Andre wouldn’t even tell me where Ronan was.
He’ll be in touch with you as soon as he can.
That’s all he’d say. Easygoing, jovial Andre was suddenly a man of few words, just like his boss.
So. Fucking. Annoying.
And yes, I was aware that I was covering my worry with anger.
