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“Good as in there have been no attempts to kill her?”

“Not for a while.”

Ledger sighs. “Did you all forget how to speak or something? We’ve only not had a meeting in two months. I didn’t know I had to babysit you all.”

“We’re all pissed you didn’t bring bagels this time,” Mills chimes in next to me. “Emmy didn’t eat thinking she was going to get her—”

“I did not,” Emmy retorts before clicking rapidly on the top of her pen. “We had breakfast already.” I watch Blue’s brows perk in interest as Emmy shifts in her chair on my left.

I’d console her if she didn’t run her mouth.

Petty party for one, right here.

She either has something going on with Bishop that she won’t admit to it or she’s moved past how he’s not answering her messages.

I’m rolling with option one.

Emmy has a knack for forcing herself in places people don’t want her to be in. AKA, my personal life that she freely told Wade and Reagan all about.

“Are you two an item now?” Blue points between Emmy and Mills, her investment in this conference shifting to shit that isn’t important.

Which is typical because Blue likes to stir the pot and make things uncomfortable. Add on the fact that she has a vendetta to push every one of Emmy’s buttons—because it’s easy to do—and you have Blue being a bitch when she’s bored.

Which is all the time.

“No,” Emmy replies through her teeth. “Did someone ask you to speak?”

“But not for lack of trying,” Mills adds in, finger-gunning Blue who smirks, the only one in the group that’s amused by Mills’s bullshit.

“You try with everyone,” Emmy mumbles under her breath.

“Not good ‘ole Blue.” Again, Mills’s jokes lamely, but it leads to Blue winking playfully at him and Emmy scoffing.

“Chill out,” I whisper behind my hand. “You’re letting her win, Em.”

“Enough of the banter,” Ledger commands. “I didn’t bring you all here to pull out each others’ hair and teeth.”

A buzzing vibrates off a hard surface, and all eyes land on me because—oops—phones are supposed to be on silent.

“My bad—” I reach for my phone. “—Forgot.”

I quickly power on the screen, a notification from my security app being the culprit of the interruption.

An alarm triggered, taking me to the camera that overlooks the outside of Reagan’s house, positioned in one of the trees.

It’s the one that always gives me some sort of heart attack from a squirrel or the wind blowing too hard, making the branches and leaves move into its line of view.

But this time, it’s no furry little shit or leaves making movements to provoke my cameras.

It’s a flashback of black SUVs and men piling out of them. Except, it’s daylight, and I’m not at home with Stormi in my arms.

Armed with AK-47s, four guys dressed in all black beeline towards the front porch of my sister’s fucking house. And when I’m about to exit out of the app to call my sister, one of the backdoors from the two GMC Denalis opens, drawing my attention to a tall, lanky guy in sunglasses.

He’s wearing white slacks and a blue striped shirt, appearing completely out of place from the men that just marched to—" I elbow Emmy in the boob—on accident.

“Call my fucking sister,” I order harshly. “Now.“ The moment the last word leaves my lips, the sharply-dressed man reaches inside the backseat and pulls out a woman.

A woman with light blue hair and a body that drives me fucking wild.

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