Page 181 of Burn the Wild

“Yeah.” Despite everything, I can’t help but grin. “She is.”

Bosko worked quickly. True to his word, after Reese called and pulled the trigger, he had her money transferred over to the Montana State Bank in less than twenty-four hours. She’s got it all.

It’s hers.

And soon, she’ll be away from her prick of a manager.

Easy. Too easy.

I don’t trust it.

Everything feels too goddamn precious. Tentative.

I have a family I care for. A woman I need to keep safe. A ranch that in a few days’ time could be ten feet underwater.

“She hear from Gavin yet?” Davis asks.

“Only every other goddamn day,” I growl. “You should see the texts he’s sending her.”

The asshole’s still harassing her via text. Vulgar and degrading threats that make me see red. The minute she took that money out, he snapped. It takes all my self-control not to smash her phone to pieces.

She’s taking it better than I am. I’m furious he won’t let her go. The last few days, she’s been fielding calls and emails from reporters, battling the story Gavin leaked about her suicide attempt and time at Muirwood.

I’m so goddamn proud of her. I was worried the stress would break her, but not my bluebird. She’s strong as hell.

Me, I’m the weak one when it comes to her. Reese has unlocked that protective primal side of me and good luck getting it back in the bottle.

“Got something else to show you that’s gonna piss you off.” The keyboard clicks as Davis pulls up the security footage. “Take a look at this.”

Charlie and I slide our chairs his way and stare at the screen. The footage is of the day Gavin ambushed Reese. He walks into the frame of the main camera and into the lodge.

I exhale and flex my fist, wanting to hit him all over again. “He got on the ranch that easy?” Not even the paparazzi camped out have made it past our gates.

Davis clicks through the different cameras showing different angles of the ranch. “He’s here.” A new angle. “And here. But there’s no car. Like he never arrived that day.”

The fuck? It makes no sense.

Outside, thunder rumbles. The monitors go fuzzy. Scowling, Davis slams his fist against the side of the display.

Charlie roughs a hand down his dark beard. “All the guests get in and out with a key card through the access gate, or with our employees. We don’t look too hard at them, only unannounced arrivals who don’t use the com system.”

“So, what? He was announced?” I run a hand along my jaw. I’m worried. Really fucking worried. The cameras don’t catch everything. We have no clue what’s behind the scenes.

As the video plays, my eyes are drawn to Gavin pinning Reese up against the wall of the lodge.

Red rises in my vision, and I breathe through the rage that holds me hostage. Crazy shit has happened on the ranch, and I’ve stayed composed. But touch one hair on my girl, and best believe I lose my shit.

That fucker putting his hands on Reese came within a heartbeat to hell.

Davis nods at the video. “That’s cold-blooded rage. Personal.” Shooting me an apologetic look, he exits the footage.

I arch a brow. “You know what we should have done…”

“Don’t,” Davis says, leveling a stern finger. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Twin sense?” Charlie asks.

“Murderous sense,” Davis says.

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