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He glanced out the peephole and then dove to the floor. Rory watched in horror as the wood around the lock on the door exploded. She couldn’t move as panic set in.

The door swung open, and Harry kicked at it, but the door was being pushed open, and Harry had the disadvantage. Rory didn’t know whether to run to Harry or find something to defend herself with.

Then Toovey was in their den, staring down at Harry. Fear filled her as Toovey raised his gun, pointing it directly at Harry.

“No!” Rory screamed.

Toovey flinched before turning toward her. His lips spread into a broad smile. “There you are. Imagine my surprise when I learned you were fucking this idiot. Now I have you. It’s time to pay for the damage you caused.”

Rory feared that Toovey would kill Harry. She needed to get the asshole out of there before he hurt Harry.

“I’ll go with you, but don’t hurt Harry.”

Toovey threw back his head, and laughter spilled out. “You have nothing to bargain with.”

As Toovey turned back to Harry, Rory raced forward and moved between Toovey and Harry.

“Don’t shoot him,” she begged. She had to make Toovey understand that Harry had to live.

“You ruined everything!” Toovey yelled.

“No, you did that. You used the military to hide your illegal activities. You messed this up.”

Toovey lifted his hand like he intended on hitting her. She flinched and noticed that Harry had moved. She wanted to keep the asshole busy while Harry got away. That was the least she could do.

Without much thought, she decided that getting Toovey into the hall would be best. She moved closer to him, and he backed up a few steps. Did he think she could steal his gun? Before being abducted, she probably could have. Right now, he would have to drop the gun for her to get control.

“You’re going to be sent overseas again, and this time, you won’t ever escape. Your life will be hell,” Toovey said. “And your man will be dead.”

Anger surged through her. She couldn’t allow this jerk to hurt Harry. She rushed forward and shoved Toovey. He stumbled, and the gun went off.

The sound stunned Rory, and she jerked back just as Harry moved past her, punching Toovey in the face so hard the man fell to the ground. She stared down at Toovey as Harry took the gun and emptied the clip and the one in the chamber before tossing it behind them.

Harry grabbed something, which turned out to be the lamp cord, broke it off the lamp, and then tied Toovey’s hands. By the time he had Toovey’s hands tied, she heard sirens. Someone must have called the cops.

Toovey was starting to come around as the police arrived. Of course, the asshole lied, but Harry pulled out his phone and showed them the article about Toovey escaping during transport.

Ava, Jessica, and Ingrid arrived as the police were leaving. Shock shone on their faces as they took in Harry’s damaged door and wall and the broken lamp.

“Gosh, you started the party without us,” Ava said.

Rory burst into laughter as she clung to Harry. “I can’t believe he came here.”

“He must have heard that you were living with Harry,” Ava said as she hugged her.

“God, I hope this is the end of it,” Rory said.

“Whatever benefits and favors he received because he was a commander will be gone now,” Harry said. “By the way, I texted the guys, and they know Toovey was just here but is now in custody. They’re all coming over to help fix the door.”

“Well, that’s going to change our morning with you,” Ava said.

Rory hugged them tight. Having these women as friends made everything better. “It’s all good. I enjoy your kids. We’ll order pizza and have a fun family day.”

“Are you sure?” Ingrid asked.

“Honestly, it will do me good to hang out with everyone. You all have given me so much support. Besides, I know I’m safe with all of you.”

Having her friends around made her feel safe. The day was good, and her mind was more at ease by the time she said goodbye to everyone. Alone in their condo, Harry pulled her to him, and she rested her head against his shoulder. The new door had a camera that connected to an application instead of a peephole, and it had two deadbolts. They’d reinforced the lock, and they both felt safer.

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