Page 234 of Broken Daddy
“Brat,” he growled at her.
Getting up, he sat next to her on the sofa then drew her onto his lap, holding her tight.
“I will admit that maybe I have taken a few things too far, but you’re not to touch that fireplace until I’ve shown you what to do and I’m certain that you are confident in using it. And it also won’t be until after your arm is better. Because doing that with one good arm is dangerous.”
“All right, I can agree to that.”
“Good girl.” Grasping hold of her chin, he turned her to face him. Then he kissed her lightly before pulling back to stare down at her.
“What is it?" she asked.
“I have something to tell you.”
Uh oh. Nothing good ever came after someone said those words to her.
Fuck.
He’d nearly fucked up.
Although he still thought that she had put herself at risk, he also understood that their ideas of risk differed a lot. And he understood why she thought the ‘no going near fire’ wasn’t actually a real rule.
What he really hated was that she’d had to use her safeword with him. That he’d been so far stuck in the past, in his head, that he hadn’t paid heed to what she’d been trying to tell him.
Yeah. He really hated that.
And he felt guilty. Thank fuck he’d listened when she’d said her safeword. He could never live with himself if he’d broken that trust between them.
“What is it?”
“Zander called. The Satan’s Sons headquarters were hit last night. Several people in masks raided it and tore the place up, shooting anyone in their path.”
“Oh my God!” she said, putting her hand over her mouth.
“Thirteen people were killed and twenty-four were badly injured. One of the people who died was Fury.”
“Who . . . who do they think did it?”
“Well, Gwen has actually made a friend of Detective Williams, remember him?”
She nodded.
“He said the leading theory is that it was the Black Scorpions. That they wanted to knock out their rivals. But there’s no real evidence.”
“Wow,” she said. “That’s . . . that’s insane. Do you think it was Lucan Mars?”
“Perhaps. The Satan’s Sons have been wiped out. Even if they didn’t kill the guys that grabbed your father from the trailer, they’re likely injured or now on the run in fear of their lives.”
She seemed to think about that for a long moment. “I didn’t want that, you know.”
Of course not. Not his Devi. Someone else might have wanted Fury dead. But not her.
“I know, baby. Zander is pissed he didn’t find Fury first; everyone thought that he’d fled Angel.”
She ran her hand over her face. “So what now?”
“The police will probably contact you to let you know what happened. Gwen is still working on your brother’s case. But she’s hopeful that the judge will at least declare a mistrial and allow him out on bail.”
Devi took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s good. I mean, it would be better if there didn’t need to be a new trial. I just wish we knew who the person was that paid Stein to lose the trial. Who would care other than the murderer, right? But who would murder Marcus and frame Rohan? It makes no sense.”
