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"Fuck that."

Chapter Twenty Two

"I'm not moving into the Havlin Motorcycle Club clubhouse." Daisy pulled the drapes on the sliding door leading out to the patio closed.

"It's the safest place for you. Plus, you work next door. We can keep eyes on you around the clock." Bane opened a beer and had a drink.

They'd finished dinner only moments before. He'd tried to get her to relax, but she was wound up tight. Seeing Dio hurt scared her more than having proof that there was a man behind the crimes toward her.

Daisy straightened the throw pillows on the couch. She kept moving around the room. Wherever she went, he'd be with her. He wasn't going to take a chance at leaving her alone.

There was someone after her. While no threats were made to her, and the only damage was on the duplex, tires, and Dio, he knew without a doubt someone was after her. Maybe they had no intention of hurting her and only wanted her attention, but he wasn't willing to gamble on her life.

The first night he'd come upon her crying on the patio, a man was hovering above her who had run off when he approached. She swore there was no one with her. But he'd seen him.

"I refuse to put you or your club in danger." She faced him. "Until this is over, you should stay on your side of the duplex."

"Babe."

She shook her head. "I know. It sucks, but let's show whoever is after me that I've told all the bikers to go away."

"He'll come after you."

She shrugged. "Then, let him."

"Jesus, woman." Bane walked into the kitchen, chugged his beer, and put the bottle under the sink in the recycle bin.

This was not the time for Daisy to push him. She needed help.

"I'll always have my phone in my hand with 911 programmed in. If I hear a noise at the door or window, I'll call the police," she said.

He returned to her. "It'll take the police ten minutes to get here if you're lucky. In the meantime, the guy can kick open the door, break a window, and kill you."

She rocked back on her heels. He wasn't going to play her game. She'd pushed him too far.

"It's probably one of those freaks that consume themselves with real-life crimes. He-he probably found out where I lived and wants to gawk at the daughter of the Seaglass Cove killer." She met his gaze.

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