Page 92 of The Good Girl

G looks at Amity before his eyes come to me, and he shakes his head. “I could be wrong. The camera angle wasn’t the best, but it looked like the target was the RV.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink in. Amity’s RV was her home until she moved in here with G. And technically, it is still mine, even though I spend every night with Havoc. And now it’s been shot up like something out of a fucking movie.

“Did you see how much damage there is?” Amity asks, her voice filled with fury. I reach out and squeeze her hand.

“No. But as soon as the others come back and give us the all-clear, we can go look.”

I swallow, my eyes moving around the quiet faces in the room until they fall on the large clock on the wall. It’s five minutes past midnight. The witching hour seems fitting for the chaos that just occurred, which is when something else dawns on me.

“What if it was shot up because someone thinks I’m still sleeping there? I mean, if it weren’t for Havoc, I would be, especially at this time.”

Havoc freezes solid. G curses and grabs Amity, holding her to him before she starts freaking out.

“I’ll kill them. I don’t care who they fucking are. I’ll slaughter them all,” she screeches.

I tap Havoc lightly, needing him to let me go, but he’s a solid immovable force behind me.

I look at G with pleading eyes and he shuffles closer with Amity. I grab her arm, and as soon as I touch her, she stills. She turns to look at me, her eyes damp with tears, which sets me off.

“Stop crying. I’m fine.”

“I’m not crying. I’m allergic to your perfume.”

“It’s your perfume I’m wearing.” I grin.

“I knew I liked it.”

She grabs my wrist tightly. “Do not die on me, Pippin. I’m not fucking kidding around here, okay.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Have a little faith in me.”

She blows out a shuddering breath before nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay.” I look at G. “Was this what I was like after the whole being thrown off a cliff thing?”

He chuckles. “You might have looked a little unhinged,” he admits. Havoc is still not speaking.

People have drifted away a little now to give the illusion of privacy, even though I know they’re still tuned into us. I turn in Havoc’s hold and look up at my man. I suck in a deep breath at the barely banked fury.

I reach up and cup his face. “Come back to me, Havoc,” I murmur softly so that only he can hear me.

His head dips just a fraction so his stormy eyes can stare into mine. “They could have killed you,” he grits out.

“But they didn’t because they didn’t do their homework.” That makes me frown. “Anyone from your old club who saw us together knows we are a couple. So either they think we’re faking it and know enough to find out I technically live in the RV, or the threat isn’t from the club but from somewhere else instead.”

I see G step up beside Havoc, a thoughtful look is on his face. He’s thinking about what I’m saying, which is just as well because Havoc is stuck on something else.

“You don’t live in the RV. You live with me.”

“Do I now? And when did you ask me to move in with you?”

“Asking implies you have a choice. The first time you took my cock, you became mine. That means you sleep beside me. That’s non-negotiable.”

I stare at him, flabbergasted. Looking around for a weapon so I can beat his ass, I come up empty-handed. He seems far too smug. Though I prefer that to the desperation he wore before, I’m not ready for him to reduce me down to property. I’m not opposed to being his as long as he’s mine, too. What I don’t like is the way he skims the line of doting boyfriend and sexist jackass.

As if sensing the violence inside me, his lips twitch with amusement, which sends my temper from simmer to boiling inferno. Bending down, I slip off my shoe and flip it around so the heel is facing him. I raise it above my head and glare at him.

G sighs, fighting a grin. “I can’t let you hit my president, Tinkerbell.”

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