Page 107 of Fractured Fear

“Depends,” Spencer says with a side glance in my direction, unwilling to commit to any more terms.

“Promise me that if you get the urge to run again, that you’ll run here instead,” I request as I tap the key with my finger.

“Where is here?”

“Me.”

Tears gather in her eyes, but she works double time to prevent them from falling. Her eyes are already rimmed red and puffy from crying over the last several hours. As much as I don’t want to see her cry anymore, I wouldn’t mind these tears shed for me.

“Did you just give me a key to your house?”

“I figured it was time.”

“It hasn’t even been a month since we met and we’re not official or anything.”

“First, we were official the moment you let me hold those perfect tits in my hands. Second, time is insignificant.”

She looks back down at the key in her hand. I give her a moment to soak in my sincerity. I don’t care that I’m not rational. I don’t care that most people would disapprove. Fuck them. She is my everything. She’s in the marrow of my bones, and I will never let her go.

Spencer brings her eyes back to mine. “I can try,” she croaks out.

“That’s all I ask.” Resting my forehead against hers, I breathe her in and close my eyes.

One more moment of peace.

I’ll give myself that much before I am unleashed on this city.

CHAPTER 42

ZANE

When I kissed Spencer goodbye, she was speechless, and a soft pink brushed her cheeks. The sight almost had me beating my chest and shouting “mine” to the world. She probably wouldn’t be into that type of display, but I can always test it out next time.

Asher didn’t hug her or even offer a “goodbye.”

Hmm. Interesting.

Now we’re on the hunt. The Devil in me smiles and is eager. The fucker is practically rubbing his hands together and bouncing off the walls. The shooters may have a head start, but that doesn’t deter me. Instead, all the muscles in my body tingle, and I have to hold back a laughter bubbling inside of me.

“What’s our plan of action?” Asher asks from the backseat.

“Find Hank and see what information he has. The shooters were targetingus. None of the bullets came close to hitting Spencer or Iris. My money’s on Cain,” I answer him while I speed through the dirty city streets, ignoring all traffic laws.

“It could be another favor Cain owes Anthony.” Rio guesses as he rubs his chin.

“We won’t have much more on that until we follow Dustin, and last I checked he was still hiding out at a warehouse in RedHook.” As soon as I was stitched up earlier, I whipped my phone out to check his location.

“Pussy,” Asher mutters.

Rio grunts in agreement.

We’re all feeling the itch. Patience is usually within reach, but with a storm stirring so close to our front door, patience is a concept none of us care to understand.

Rio shifts in his seat restlessly. “What about traffic cam footage?”

I grit my teeth not wanting to snap at the man who has meant more to me than anyone else since the day I met him. Thankfully Ash is the one to pipe up. “I got Berkowitz on it.”

When I pull up to a stop next to Central Park, where Hank usually sells, we all hop out of the car. Normally I would tell whoever is with me to stay back while I talk to Hank, but this is different, and I know there would be no holding back Rio. Probably Ash too.

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