Page 98 of Vengeful Vows

“It’s okay to be quiet sometimes, Paige. I guess you wouldn’t know that,” I snap.

“Hey!” Da shouts. “You don't talk to your sister that way."

It’s like I’m twelve years old and sullen all over again.

Paige is pouting at me, clearly hurt, and I sigh.

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” I tell her softly. “I’ve just been so busy lately. It’s been stressful.”

“It’s okay.” Her face softens. “Just don’t be a jerk.”

“Noted.”

I’m just in my office making some calls when Gray bursts into the office

“Have we made any progress?”

“What?”

“On finding out more about the attack,” he huffs, a frustrated tone to his voice. “Remember, the one where you were almost killed?”

“You know if we had, you’d know already. Why?” My jaw tightens. I know where Gray is going with this.

“Your wife.” Gray narrows his eyes at me. “And that suspicious letter she sent.”

“She didn’t know anything! You know what?” I sigh, standing and thrusting the letter at him. “You read it and tell me how she possibly could have given him any information.”

Gray scans the letter and then frowns, looking back at me. “Where’s the one he sent?”

I huff out an angry breath and take the first letter from him, handing him the one Niall sent in response. He scans it, too, and his shoulders slump.

“There’s nothing here.”

“I told you.”

“That doesn’t mean there’s not a code we haven’t cracked,” he insists. “And if I find out that she had something to do with it?—”

I take a couple of steps toward him. “Then what?” I growl. “What are you going to do?”

Gray clears his throat, throwing the letter down on my desk, staring at me.

“If that little bitch has anything to do with this, I’m going to?—”

I don’t let him get the next word out, tackling him around the waist.

We burst through the half-open door, rolling into the hallway.

I punch him in the kidneys, and he yelps, finally managing to get me on my back by sweeping his leg under mine.

He hits me in the face once, twice, before I punch him in the solar plexus, taking his breath.

“Fuck you,” I hiss, and Gray gasps in a breath, hitting me in the stomach and trading spots with me as I gasp.

“Póg mo mhóin.”

“As if you could ever make me kiss a hairy ass like yours,” I pant, still in a fighting stance, but Gray pulls away, slumping down the wall and holding his stomach.

“Fuck, that hurts,” he groans. “I haven’t been hit like that since high school.”

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