Page 93 of Hell or High Water

Linc opened the front door of his house as I took the steps two at a time, getting ahead of Montana. My heart thundering in my chest and the need to rip a man’s limbs off his body pounding like a demand in my head.

“What is it?” he snapped at me.

I’d shot him one text.I have something. Coming to your house now!

I took a deep breath, but there was no calming me down. “She knows Wayon.”

His eyes narrowed. “How would she know him?”

I held up my phone and the photo of the two men. Wayon and another member of the Louisiana branch. Ransom had found it on social media and sent it to me, saying we might want to check into that guy. He was a new generation. His father had been the first one to become a part of the family.

“Who is that man, Montana?” I asked.

“Wayon Davidson,” she repeated.

“And how do you know him?”

“He is friends with one of my friend’s older brother in Monroe.”

I looked at Linc.

His eyes swung back to me. “I’ll call Blaise.”

My hand fisted at my side, and I needed to hit something. I had a face to go with the words that I’d read in those goddamn letters. The fucker had called off his wedding to go stalk her. He was that obsessed with her. But she wasn’t his. She was never going to be his.

“Take her to the cabin. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll call you once I have instructions.”

I nodded, then knew I had to go ahead and tell him. I’d blurted out the truth to her in my rage. Needing her to understand that he wasn’t some nice guy she was defending. He wasn’t any better than me.

“I told her,” I said, preparing for I didn’t know what. A beatdown. Getting slammed onto the stone this time instead of the wall.

His gaze shot to her. “What did you tell her?”

“You know. But it was time she knew. It’s not just us she’s in contact with. That motherfucker has been stalking her.”

Linc’s gaze snapped back to me. “We don’t know that it’s him. You keep your head. Calm down.”

“It’s him,” I said, having no doubt. “He got one look at her, saw those goddamn dimples and heard her laugh, and became obsessed.”

Linc’s eyes widened slightly, and then he cut his eyes in her direction.

“You’d know about that, wouldn’t you?” he asked me, then turned and headed up the stairs to the front door of his house.

I stood there, not looking at her as I tried to do what he’d said. Defuse. Get control over the turmoil inside my head.

When the door closed behind him, I finally turned to look at her. She was staring at me. Questions and uncertainty swirling in her eyes. She was probably scared of me now. Of us. I’d not painted a pretty picture.

“I guess we go to the cabin now?” she asked.

I nodded.

Yeah, we were going to the cabin. Alone. While this animalistic need to mark her as mine fought to break free.

That’s a fan-fuckin’-tastic idea.

Forty-Four

Montana

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