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I bet she was. Mac’s friend was a petite woman. “She’s safe with us,” I assured her, already making a mental note to have Zero and Dread beef up the security around our place. “She can stay as long as she needs.”

“Thank you,” Mac’s voice softened. “I knew you’d understand. I’m gonna get her settled into the guest room when we get home.“

“I’ll be there around one,” I told her, glancing at the clock. “You lock the doors when you get in, yeah?”

I could practically hear her smile. “Yes, sir. I always do.”

“Smart ass.” My lips turned up at the corner. “Be careful, baby. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she replied before ending the call.

When I returned to the office, Reign, Dread, and Killer were watching me expectantly.

“Everything good?” Killer asked.

I dropped back into my chair and ran my hands through my hair. “No. Sarah’s boyfriend roughed her up. Left bruises.”

“Fuck,” Reign swore. “The lass alright?”

“I think so. She’s going to stay with us for a little while.” I glanced over at Dread. “Need you to upgrade the security around my house.”

Killer grunted. “That fucker’s a deadman,” The venom in his voice wasn’t lost on me. He came off as easygoing most of the time, but the killer in him was always there, just beneath the surface.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s going to have to wait though. We got this shipment, the Talons.”

Killer’s eyes narrowed but thankfully he was accepting the temporary stand-down.

“I’m living right there in your backyard. I’ll keep an eye out while they’re at the house.” Dread was still on medical leave while his shoulder healed. “Thanks, brother. Might take you up on that.”

As they started discussing ways to make Chad disappear permanently, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Zero.

Need u 2 run a name. Chad Miller. Dig deep.

Zero’s reply was immediate.

On it. Give me 24 hrs.

I slid my phone back into my pocket, feeling slightly better. Information was power, and I wanted to know exactly what kind of piece of shit we were dealing with.

I didn’t think Chad was stupid enough to come after Sarah while she was under my roof, but I wanted to be prepared.

Chapter Twenty

Mac

I stretched my arms overhead, feeling my shoulder joints pop, before turning to gather my purse from my locker.

I was used to working twelve-hour shifts, but this one had been downright brutal thanks to the thirteen car pileup on the parkway.

Wiggling my toes in my shoes, I groaned. My feet were sore, my lower back throbbed, and all I wanted was to go home and fall into bed with my man.

“Heading out, Davis?” Megan asked, leaning against the row of lockers beside me. Dark circles hung heavy under her eyes and her scrubs were as wrinkled as mine from the marathon shift we barely survived.

“Finally,” I sighed, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “I’m thinking takeout, a hot bubble bath, and then face-planting in bed for about twelve hours.”

She grinned, waggling her eyebrows. “What about that hot man of yours?”

Heat crept into my cheeks. “Seriously? You’re terrible.”

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