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My weary eyes adjust to the light.

On a frantic breath, I search the space.

There isn’t a trace of my girlfriend anywhere.

“Jules?” I shout, running from one office to the other.

No answer.

My feet carry me swiftly to the kitchen, my heart racing.

It’s empty.

“Jules?” I shout louder. “Where the hell are you?”

The storage room door cracks open, and she pokes her head out. She looks like a frightened little lamb. Seeing her sews my heart back together, a piece of her inside. I’ve never felt such relief in my entire life.

“Jules,” I hold my arms out and she comes crashing into me.

She’s crying so hard, I barely recognize her gorgeous face.

There’s so much I want to tell her, but not now.

I grip my hands around her shoulders and practically shake the hell out of her, demanding an explanation, “What happened? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”

Her hazel green eyes aren’t the color I love. They’re enormous and dark.

“Are you okay?” I repeat.

She can’t talk. She’s too emotional.

Instinctively, I search for the enemy.

It’s just the two of us.

She’s shaking violently in my arms.

“Take your time,” I coax.

She wriggles out of my grasp and slams into me. She’s holding on to me so tightly, it’s almost impossible to breathe.

“I’m here, sweetness. You have nothing to fear. I’ll protect you no matter what,” I say. “Tell me what happened.”

“I— I—” she hiccups. I don’t rush her. She clings even harder to me. “I was so scared I was going to die and never see you again.”

Her words freeze my heart.

Chapter 29

Jules

It’s a little past two in the morning by the time we walk into Levi’s house. LAPD detectives wanted to question me before I was allowed to leave. Since I was inside the warehouse, I didn’t see anything. That said, other people did. The gunshots and the pool of blood tell a horrific story. As I was waiting to be dismissed, I overheard someone mention something about rival gangs settling a score. Someone else speculated two MC clubs were going at it. Either way, guns were involved and people died. Given the area, it’s quite surprising Culver City would turn into a war zone, but then again, violence knows no boundaries. As I was being questioned, Levi never left my side. Thank God. I don’t think I could’ve done this without him.

Once it became clear I wouldn’t be able to call 911, I hid until the nightmare was over, praying for the police to arrive.

Levi came for me first.

After giving my statement, and once the EMTs made sure I was okay, we walked to Levi’s studio. Linc and the handful of employees working late were all safe. My boyfriend’s older brother was wearing an anxious expression on his handsome face when he saw us arrive. I was equally taken aback by the way he practically crushed me in his big arms, hugging the hell out of me. I was a little confused at first by his intense reaction, then it hit me. He lost his mom and his almost sister-in-law to a violent crime.

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