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I pull her into a soft kiss, mindful of the bruising on her face. We groan in unison at the first touch of our lips that we’ve had in weeks.

CHAPTER 50

Aaron

“I should’ve never let you pull me out of that office,” I say, bursting through the front door of our house.

My wife whirls on me, fuming. “I can’t believe you just pulled that stunt.” She laughs maniacally and then throws her hands up. “What am I saying? Of course I can believe it.”

“I should’ve taken him outside,” I grumble.

“Aaron, put the gun away,” Patience insists.

I don’t. I peer down at the weapon in my hand, instead debating on whether to tie my wife to the bed, before I go back to my baby girl’s place to finish what I started with that man. I know he’s still there, hovering over her.

“Don’t even think about it,” she says because she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

I curl my top lip and snarl.

“Now.”

I push out a deep breath before sauntering off to my office downstairs, where I keep my lock safe. I put the damn thing away, then head back upstairs. A weapon isn’t the only way to kill a man.

I’ve had my weapon on me since the moment I watched the security footage of our home when Kennedy burst into the house in tears. I knew then something wasn’t right. And I knew exactly who caused it.

Which is why I grabbed my gun and went directly to Dae Kim’s condo to take care of him. However, as I entered the lobby, he was coming out. I wanted to point my gun at his temple, but his words stopped me.

“Kennedy’s missing,” he said before I uttered a word.

That’s when he told me about finding her cell phone in the garage of her apartment through the tracker he placed on it months ago. From there, we obtained security footage of her building, showing her being taken.

Getting her back obviously took priority over everything. But I never forgot the look of devastation and tears on her face when she burst through the front door of my house.

“He’s not good enough for her,” I tell my wife as soon as I return to the living room.

She stands there, arms folded, glaring at me. “You don’t think anyone’s good enough for her.”

“Because there’s not a soul on this planet good enough for my baby girl. For either of them,” I add.

Patience rolls her eyes. “He’s responsible for helping get her back safely,” she reminds me.

“That’s the only reason he’s still breathing.”

She tosses up her hands. “You owe him an apology.”

“Hell will be covered in ice sculptures and snowmen before I do such a thing.”

She tosses her head back. “You’re impossible.”

“He made her cry,” I say because that should say enough.

“Yes,” my wife says with that telltale empathy. “Because sometimes love hurts.”

I clamp my teeth so hard my jaw aches. Patience moves forward, using her hand to massage my jaw, making me unclench.

“Our girl is safe. That’s what matters.”

“She’s still my baby.”

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