Page 109 of Erik's Salvation
“No.” And he wasn’t lowering his fucking weapon either.
“Mr. Hunter. Please.”
The fuck was wrong with this guy? “Go. Before I give in to the voice in my head that’s telling me you need to die.”
Angelo sighed. “If you do not let me in, I will find her another time. I am a man of honor, and when I wrong someone, I make it a point to right that wrong.”
“Anyone touches her, and I cut off their fucking hand.”
Movement sounded upstairs, and Erik wanted to growl.
“Mr. Hunter—” Angelo tried again.
“Get off my land!” Erik shouted.
Fast footsteps were loud on the stairs…then her voice. “What are you doing here?”
His muscles tightened, his gut twisting at the sound of Hannah’s voice behind him.
* * *
Hannah roseand pulled on some track pants and a T-shirt. Thank God Erik had grabbed some comfy clothes from her house last night. She needed comfort right now.
A shudder raced down her spine at the thought of everything that had happened. The stolen painting. The bar fight. The attack from Marco.
Dead. Marco was dead because Erik had killed him to protect her. It didn’t feel real.
She lifted her phone and sent a text to Brigid. She hadn’t yet told her friends what had happened when she’d gotten home last night. Not only because it had been late, but Brigid was already dealing with everything that had taken place in Seattle.
Hannah: Hey, Brig, just wanted to check that you’re doing okay. X
Three dots popped up, then disappeared. Her heart gave a little sad thump, then the response came.
Brigid: Yeah, I’m doing okay. Henry’s cheering me up with chocolate chip pancakes and mimosas.
She laughed. That sounded like Henry. She was about to respond when a raised voice sounded downstairs.
Her brows flickered. Erik.
Quietly, she opened the bedroom door and crept to the top of the stairs.
“Mr. Hunter—”
“Get off my land!”
She jolted. Oh God, it was Angelo.
Without thinking, she rushed down the stairs, needing to know Erik was okay.
She stopped at the base as Angelo’s gaze hit her from beyond the front door.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, not even sure her words crossed the space.
“Get back upstairs, Hannah,” Erik said, not taking his gaze from Angelo.
“I am here to apologize,” Angelo said, seemingly unfazed by the gun in his face. “I explained to Mr. Hunter that if I do not apologize now, I will simply do so later. I always repay my debts.”
“The fuck you will,” Erik hissed.
