Page 197 of Their Arrangement

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“Comfortable?” I asked.

Hedidn’t respond.

So I pulled a folding chair from the wall and sat directly in front of him.

“I watched you put your hands on her,” I said.

My voice was calm.

Even.

But my fingers curled into fists slowly on my knees.

“You broke into her home.”

Still no reply.

“You grabbed her. Slammed her down. You didn’t take anything. You weren’t there for money.”

My eyes locked on his.

“So I’m going to ask once.”

“Who paid you?”

He snorted.

Tried to smile.

Split his lip open wider.

“Fuckyou.”

I leaned forward.

Rested my elbows on my knees.

Let the silence stretch.

Then reached down and twisted his left pinky finger until it cracked with asnap.

He howled.

Mason didn’t flinch.

I didn’t blink.

“That was for the bruises.”

I moved to the next finger.

“This one’s for her lip.”

I already knew who he was.

Not just a stalker. Not just a threat.

He was the one Selene promised to unleash. The ex. Theleash. The bastard who once called Cloe his and treated her like property.

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