Page 107 of Vengeful Secret

“I want to go with you.”

“Absolutely not,” I say firmly. “You’re one of their targets.”

“Not anymore. You took care of the guy who took me, right?”

I groan. “Yes, but there’s plenty trying to take his place.”

“You’ll be right next to me every step of the way,” she says, perching on the edge of my desk. “And I don’t want you to do this alone. I’ll be close if something does happen, and you can protect me.”

Now that she mentions it, it’s possible that they have eyes on the house since they have people watching Lara and Paige. What if getting me out of the house is their opportunity to strike?

I have more calls to make, and Sutton’s right. I need her close, and I need my best men protecting my daughter here.

Liam needs to be here, not with us.

“I hate this,” I mumble, and Sutton sighs.

“I hate it, too. I’ve always hated this part of your life, Gray. But you were born into it, and you can’t change it. There’s no way out for you, and so there’s no way out for me.”

“I’m sorry,a ghrá”

Sutton smiles, leaning down to kiss me softly.

“Don’t be sorry for who you are, Gray. I love so much of who you are, I can take the good with the bad.”

“You won’t be out of my sight, the whole time," I warn.

“Of course."

“And you have to listen to me. You’ll take your gun, put it in your purse.”

“Don’t I always listen?”

I nod. “You’re a good girl.”

She shivers, and I can’t help but smirk.

It’ll be good to have her close, but I’ll also be worried about what might happen.

I feel torn by this whole situation.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur of phone calls and reassurances to Declan and Kael.

I convince Liam to stay at home, and Declan, Kael and Paige are going to be staying at the house so that everyone is in one place. I don’t want Murphy picking any of us off.

By the time I come out of my office, it’s nearly eleven, and Sutton is already dressed and ready, sitting on the sofa downstairs. She’s wearing a simple pair of jeans and a nice blouse, and I’m dressed in slacks and a black T-shirt.

No reason to get dressed up to see Murphy.

She stands up as I come down the stairs.

“Should we go early? Scout it out?”

“That’s a good idea.” I look down at her. She carries a small purse across her body that matches her blouse.

I’m carrying my own gun at the small of my back, and I have a couple of knives strapped to my legs.

The drive there is silent, with both of us ruminating on the potential dangers of doing this.

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