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Pausing when I heard raised voices, I strained to listen. I realized that Lock and someone were arguing. I headed out toward the parking lot and found him and Keely yelling at each other. Brows raising, I folded my arms over my chest and leaned against one of the cage rides. They were standing in front of Keely's car, each yanking on one side of a suitcase.

"Let go, Liam!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lock spat out, looking equal parts stressed and pissed.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked, voice high and disbelieving. "You're the one being an asshole here."

"Let it go," Lock growled.

Keely sighed and relinquished the case. "What's your problem? I gave you a chance to ask me not to leave."

Lock scowled at her. "I don't think you're thinking this through."

"What?"

"We've had enough fucking problems with cops, there's no reason for you to go work with them."

She rolled her eyes. "Is that what this is about?"

No. But my brother was too fucking stubborn to tell her what was really bugging him. I wasn't surprised. He'd never been great about discussing his feelings. He was too much like our father. Something he'd kick my ass for saying. Or he'd try anyway. We were too evenly matched and always ended up in a draw. Go figure.

"It's the FBI," she said with a sigh. "It's not like I'm going to work with Fremont."

"I don't like it."

"Well, too bad, Liam," she said, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm not one of your brothers. Or an old lady. Or even a fucking sweet butt. You don't get to order me around like you do everyone else."

Low blow. Lock almost never had to order his people to do shit. These men followed him because they respected him. Loved him. But she knew that. There was hurt written all over her face, even as she said the words.

I had to lean forward to catch what she said. She was looking down at the ground, voice low. "I can't do this anymore, Lock."

My brother's jaw looked like it was going to shatter if he bore down on it anymore.

"Just let me go."

Don't do it, I warned internally. But my fucking stupid brother just sighed and took her suitcase and put it in the trunk of the car. He always was the fall on the sword kind of guy. He thought Keely was telling him she couldn't stay here. Couldn't be with him. And she was, obviously, but even my dense ass knew she meant she couldn't stay here and not be with Lockout.

We both watched as she got into her car and drove away.

The call to Andrew was going to have to wait. Luckily, I'd gotten an email from James last night and the info he sent my way was about to benefit both me and my brother. "Need to blow off some steam?" I asked after a solid minute of him staring down the road. When he didn't hop on his Harley and race after her, I figured I'd better give him a way to release some pressure before he combusted.

CHAPTER 39

Idaho

Lock turned his head and looked at me. I wasn't standing far away, but neither of them had noticed me because they'd been too wrapped up in each other. "You hear all that?"

"I did."

"And?"

My brow rose in question, but I remained silent.

"You've never been able to keep your mouth shut or your nose out of my business," he said, sounding tired. "Don't bother to start now."

"I think you're an idiot."

He scoffed at that. "Right."

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