Page 51 of Walking Red Flag

The way his jaw clenched meant that he knew exactly what the fuck he’d done.

I was still numb.

Just the thought of a hair on her head being misplaced was enough to make me want to roar in fury.

For her to have gone through that…

“I was hoping to get through the rest of visitor’s hour,” I admitted.

He jerked his chin. “Head on in. I’ll give you an extra hour if you want it.”

I did.

I missed my brother.

But today, we had more to talk about.

And Copper listened.

He listened to everything, not interrupting once.

His eyes, however, showed how furious he was.

That was the one thing that the Claybornes couldn’t do.

We couldn’t hide our anger, because it always shone through our eyes.

And Copper was fucking furious.

When Bayou finally came in to let us know that I needed to leave, I was beyond exhausted.

After giving my brother a back-slapping hug, I caught my keys from Bayou as I passed and headed back to Dallas.

Instead of going home, though, I went to where I knew I would get the help I needed.

When I got to the clubhouse later that night, it was with anger still simmering in my veins.

The crew met me at the bar, and there I told them everything, not leaving out a single detail.

Not because I was telling Milena’s life story, but because I knew that I would need help should that look in Copper’s eyes fail to accomplish what I knew he was planning.

If Lyle Pennington ended up getting out, I would need a plan in place to make sure that he wasn’t breathing free for long.

How do I take my coffee? Seriously. Very seriously.

—Milena’s secret thoughts

MILENA

I woke up in my bed.

I blinked open my eyes and stared at the man sharing my bed.

A smile bloomed on my face, and I launched myself at him.

Dima laughed, caught off guard, and slammed back against the headboard.

“When did you get in?” I cried, squeezing his neck hard.

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