Page 15 of Ignite

“Hallie. Do you live with anyone?”

“Me and my dog. Why?”

“Well, it’s saying someone is in your house, darlin’.”

I scratch at my head.

“It says I can live view, want me to?”

I don’t wanna overstep a boundary, but I want her to be safe. Fuck it. I left my gun in my Bugatti.

“Er. Yeah. It’ll probably be Bertie up to mischief.”

I click the button and the sound blares through the system. My mouth drops open as I’m watching some random pale-assed guy rail a blonde model-type woman.

“Conan. What the fuck is that?”

Her face pales.

“Pull over.”

I don’t wanna die in a Shelby. At least not one I’m not driving.

She does as I say, her hands shaking as I hand her the phone. Her hand covers her mouth as she gasps.

“That motherfucker,” she spits out.

“Who is he?” I ask.

I know the answer, but I want to hear it.

“This bastard was my boyfriend. One I was probably going to dump, but, not the point. The fuck does he think he’s doing in my goddamn house?!”

Her fingers squeeze her phone so tight they go white. So I peel it out of her grip.

“What a fucking idiot he is,” I mutter.

“He’s the idiot? More like I am. How embarrassing.”

A tear rolls down her cheek, and I instinctively lean over to wipe it away.

“Don’t cry over this ass. Looks like he’s a shit lay anyway. You can do better.”

I pause as she sucks in a shaky breath and looks into my eyes.

And there it is, I’m lost in them.

“I have an idea that might make you feel better.”

Finn may kill me for this, but this is my kinda therapy… the revenge type. And I feel Hallie may enjoy it too.

And I’m a guy. I know hurting our ego is the best way to get us.

“I’m listening.”

I stroke a stray strand of her silky hair behind her ear.

“We go and teach him a lesson. He’s not expecting you back, I assume?”

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