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“That’s what he said, which kind of worries me.”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” she whispers. “It’s not bad, I promise. In fact, I’m in love with him. I don’t want to lose him again.”

“But aren’t you losing yourself?”

Jamie shakes her head and smiles. “I’m finally finding myself. If he needs to know who I’m with and where I am, so be it. No one has ever cared before, Lex. I was the only kid in elementary school who did her own laundry and packed her own lunches. I found my own way to school. He cares.”

Rather than respond, she just gets out of the car, needing air. Jamie hurries after her, and only a few old ladies and club bunnies are in the main room.

Lex walks to the closed Chapel doors and bangs on them. Jamie stares with wide eyes. “Are you going to say anything?”

Ky opens the door and sees the gun still in her hand. “You killed someone?”

“Almost. Undertaker, I got your girl. Had to use my gun to get past her father who had her tied up to a fucking chair,” she says.

He’s behind Ky in an instant, pushing him aside, but his body relaxes the moment he sees Jamie. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah, I’m asking that same question, but it’s directed towards you. We can table that for the time being. If you get to your place now, you might be able to salvage some of your shit. They’re in a destructive state. Tried to force her back home with them.”

“Did they hurt you?” Colt asks Jamie when they filter from the room.

She shakes her head. “Ron slapped Lex, though.”

“I punched him. He’ll have a black eye, and you can’t tell he touched me. Pretty much like every woman he’s ever had sex with, I imagine. I bet he’s heard,is it in yet?even when he fucks virgins.”

“Let’s go,” Colt says.

“Undertaker, we need to talk when you get back,” Lex says, her tone letting him know she means business.

He glances to Jamie who refuses to lift her eyes from the floor, but he nods and leaves with everyone else.

“What are they going to do?” Jamie asks, her voice barely a whisper.

“Hopefully kill them.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Griffin’s Beach

Undertaker

Pulling up to his house, Undertaker knows the men are gone. The driveway’s empty, and the door is wide open. He walks inside with Colt and Shep behind him while the others wait for direction.

The couch cushions have been slashed, and the stuffing lays across the floor. All of the kitchen chairs and the table are smashed. Colt bends down and picks up pieces of rope underneath the wood, and Undertaker’s fists clench when he sees the strip of duct tape sticking out from another piece.

“I guess this is where they tied her down,” Colt says. “Hey, why’s my wife suddenly so pissed at you?”

“Not sure,” he lies and walks over to the TV on the floor.

A bat or some other object was used to hit it, and small pieces of glass lay around it. Beside it are the end tables in multiple pieces. For some odd reason, they didn’t touch the coffee table.

“Holy fuck,” Shep says. “Honestly, I expected my house to look like this after Heidi found out I’d been with Cinder.”

“I don’t think her dad likes you with his daughter,” Colt says as they move into the kitchen where the microwave has been torn from the wall above the stove.

Everything is broken or destroyed, and Undertaker’s just grateful he has the money to replace it all. Looks like he’s upgrading this place.

“Oh fuck,” Shep calls from the master bedroom. “Jamie can’t see this until we fix it. We’ll call the Prospects to paint.”

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