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And with my overwhelming emotions, I look at him. The man who changed my life for better or worse—I don’t yet know—but I’m happy he found me. Happy Brody has him.

Because underneath everything, there’s a man with a heart of gold.

A smile slopes up the corner of his mouth, and my belly flips.

Because that’s what his smiles always seem to do to me: ignite my world and set it on fire.

Yet with him, the flames no longer burn.

CHAPTER 31

TYNAN

THREE DAYS LATER

I had her take off work the past few days because I couldn’t handle the thought of something happening to her. She fought me on it. She loves her kids and didn’t want Jerry to ruin this for them—or her, for that matter.

Teaching is her passion, and I didn’t want to be the one to crush it. Protecting her doesn’t mean shattering her dreams. So we compromised. In the form of four bodyguards, around the clock. For her and Brody.

More men means more eyes.

But we’re still looking for that asshole and his father. If they wanna hide like rats, then so be it. We’ll find their people and take them out one by one until they have no choice but to face us.

Sometimes, to cut the head, you have to cut the arms first. Isaac and Jerry have no idea who they’re fucking with.

There’s a soft knock on the door of my office, and it’s Elara, all dressed up. Her hair’s curled at the ends, and she’s in a tight white dress with beige heels.

Stalking over to her, I wind an arm around her back. “Where are you going dressed like that?”

“Like how?” Her mouth curls. She knows exactly what I mean.

“Like you’re about to leave a trail of dead bodies behind you.”

“And why is that, Mr. Quinn?” She throws her arms around my neck.

“Because I’d have to kill every man for looking at you the way I am right now, mo chuisle.”

She giggles all sexy, leaning in for a kiss, and with a growl, I grab the back of her head and kiss her right back.

She’s been different since she told me about her past. She gives her affection more freely now, and I like it.

Very much.

I’ve been careful with her since the car chase, knowing how much it all affected her. I haven’t pushed for anything, merely content with holding her every night.

But her kissing me like this, it just broke my damn self-control altogether.

I throw her body up against the wall, a hand sinking into her hair, the other gripping her hip as I slide my tongue into her willing mouth.

“Mm,” she groans, scratching her nails up and down my back. “You’re gonna make me late for my date.”

My mouth drops to her jaw, nipping and biting down the column of her neck. “A date, huh? Tell me his name so I can eliminate the problem.”

She sucks in a gasp when my fingers slink up her inner thigh, tracing her pussy, covered in a pair of thin panties.

“Her name…” she breathes when my palm drives into her core, forcing her to ride it.

“Her? Who’s her?”

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