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And I haven’t even had her.

Yet.

“Did you forget to tell us something?” Micah demands.

I glare back at him. “I couldn’t leave her.”

Micah’s eyes widen, and he asks the same question again he’s asked two other times since he entered the room. “What in the actual fuck, man?”

“Don’t give me shit,” I bite back. “Can we get moving? I want to get to the hospital and see my sisters before visiting hours are over.”

“You have sisters?” Landyn asks.

I lift my chin. “Two.”

“This is messed up, you know that, right? Carson is going to have your head, right after he gives the rest of us anI told you so, because he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut about you and yourbride.” Micah looks from Landyn to me. “Is she going to run?”

“I don’t know.” I look at the woman who I’ll chase to the ends of the earth if she does. “Are you going to run?”

She stares at me, and I wish I knew where her mind is at. “I’d like to know where you think I’m going to run to in a city where I know no one. It’s not like I can go to the cops, since you are the cops. And you took my phone.”

I tip my head in agreement, but refute, “They took your phone, not me.”

She narrows her eyes. “Well, you could at least get it back for me.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Micah mutters and turns for the door but on his way out, he jabs me in the chest with an index finger. “Good to see you, shithead. You’d better not get dead over a mobster’s daughter.”

I hear Micah yank the door open behind me because I don’t look away from the woman who holds a hell of a lot of power over me right now. “Yeah, I hope I don’t get dead too.”

Landyn’s eyes fall shut as she shakes her head. Then she marches past me, grabbing her purse on the way. When her shoulder brushes my chest, she mutters, “Asshole.”

Well then.

A new pet name for me to add to my collection.

Micah shoots me anotherwhat the fuckglare.

I shake my head.

I’m exhausted.

But Landyn isn’t running away or screaming down the hotel.

And I’m going to see my mom and sisters.

It could be worse.

I just hope I’m not too late.

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TONGUE-TWISTER FAMILY

Landyn

My husband isn’t who I thought he was.

Not Boz. Not Brian. And he’s definitely not a Torres.

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