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“He is,” Kit chimes in from the living room, and Dean sighs loudly.

“Is he going home anytime soon?” Dean asks lowly.

“I don’t know.”

Kit appears next to us and clasps his hands in front of him. “I’m ready for round two of movie-watching, if you are.”

Dean arches an eyebrow and then shakes his head. “I think I’m ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”

“Oh, okay, sure,” Kit says and then meets my stare, asking me if I want to watch another movie with him, but honestly, I just want to be with Dean. I want to listen to him talk about tonight. I want him to be able to fully process it with me.

“I’m going to turn in early too, but thanks for coming over and watching out for me.”

He puffs up a little, looking proud. “Of course. Anytime, you just say the word. I will guard you like a hawk.”

“More like a canary,” Dean whispers, and I let out a small laugh.

We walk him to the front door, ushering him outside while he continues to chatter, obviously not wanting to go. But eventually, Dean just shuts the door on him, cutting him off entirely.

“He’d never stop,” Dean says, pulling me into his chest and lifting me off my feet. “And I just want to fuck you. And hold you. Hell, I’m glad you’re safe and okay. I was so fucking worried.”

I let out a small squeal as he brings me to the bedroom and lies me down.

“I’m fine. I’m so fine. Now, Dean, tell me. What are you going to do to me?” I ask, and he swipes a hand over his mouth, looking positively unhinged.

“Everything.”

When Dean said he was going to do everything to me, he meant it. I can even feel it two days later, the way my ass twinges every time I move.

Not that I mind.

That was mind-blowing.

I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

“Yes, Bob,” I say into the phone, staring at the computer screen and trying like hell to do payroll at the same time. “I know. You’re still alive and well. I’m glad your wife didn’t succeed in killing you, but your car still isn’t ready…” My voice trails off when I hear my phone beep. I think it’s Dean, so I look down and see that it’s not. It’s Nick.

Unknown number:

I’m coming for you.

I’ll make you pay.

Man up. Come downstairs and meet me face to face.

My heart rate picks up as I quickly tell Bob I have to call him back, and without waiting for an answer, I hang up and move to the stairs leading down to the main part of the shop.

My heart thunders in my chest when I see who is waiting for me.

Nick. Fucking Nick.

He wasn’t lying. He’s here.

“What the hell,” I murmur as I descend the stairs. “What are you doing here? Do you have a death wish?”

Nick stares at me as I approach, his pupils blown out, his face in a scowl.

“Where is your boyfriend?” he asks and then stumbles slightly. My hand moves to a crowbar sitting on a table and I clutch it tightly. I don’t know where the guys are but surely they’re around here somewhere. They’ll back me up when they see he’s here, threatening me.

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