Page 147 of Brutal Savage

“Motherfucker,” he snaps. “I’ll help you get it all back and destroy it.”

“Really?” My eyes widen. “You’d do that for me?”

He clasps my nape and brings his face close to mine. “You’re my wife, Elara. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Emotions punch through my chest until I’m crying again, throwing my arms around him and holding on to him tight.

“Where does he keep it?” Fingertips trace up and down my spine. “Do you know?”

I look back at him. “Last time I checked, it was on his laptop. He had two, but one is where he keeps all the personal stuff. If he has it anywhere else, I don’t know.”

“I’ll find it.” He stares at me with absolute sincerity, and my body rocks with a sob.

Because for the first time, I’m not fighting this alone.

“You don’t have to put yourself at risk for me, Tynan.” I grip his heavy bicep, and it jerks under my touch. “You have Brody to live for, and if anything happens to you, I won’t forgive myself.”

He quirks a brow and gives me one of his tiny crooked smirks. “Is my wife starting to care about me?”

A finger reaches up to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear, and my heart literally beats right out of my chest.

“Eh.” I can’t help my own smile. “Maybe a little.”

He chuckles. “I’ll take it.”

We talk a little more, and I tell him about my life back home. How I found out that my father was knee-deep in criminal activities and that I had no idea, nor if my mom knew either. I thought about opening up to my grandma about it, but what’s the use? How will her knowing the truth help?

“I’m sorry,” he whispers with a pained tone.

“Not your fault.”

With his knuckles, he traces the outline of my face. “Yet I still am.”

Grabbing his hand, I kiss the top of it, and he holds me in his arms, both of us content in the stillness.

“I want to see Brody,” I tell him. “He needs to know that everything will be okay.”

“Yeah, let’s go talk to him.”

With a rough exhale, I get to my feet, stretching out my hand for his. “Coming?”

His eyes shine brightly. “Always, mo chuisle.”

Tears brim my eyes, and together, we make it downstairs to find Brody in the kitchen with Ruby, eating spaghetti.

As soon as she sees us, she’s rushing over. “You okay, honey?”

“I am now.” I glance up at Tynan, who’s staring down at me sweetly.

“I made dinner.” Ruby squeezes my forearm. “If you need me, I’ll be in the den.”

She somehow knows exactly why we came down.

“Hey, buddy…” My gaze lands on Brody’s teary eyes.

He lets out a small snivel, and as soon as he does, he hops off the chair and rushes toward both of us.

One of his arms holds on to my hip, while the other holds on to Tynan.

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