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I grit my teeth, my blood burning in my veins. The memory of her unconscious and moments from being raped turns me into a murderous beast. I feel like bringing Chuck back from the dead just so I could murder him a second time.
Slow and painful.
One patch of skin after the other.
Glue them to a trophy and hand it over to Amara.
Or not. It’d send her screaming from me.
“We’re leaving the cameras we installed in her shop where they are.” Killian cuts into my homicidal train of thought. “That doesn’t change. Someone else might try and get to her in a month. A week. A goddamn year. They stay.”
Minor detail, those cameras. We installed them without her knowledge. Our guy scoped the shop when A was here—we called him the minute she left. He then returned the same night to finish the job. We have eyes on her twenty-four/seven.
It’s a necessity. It’s also hot. So fucking hot to be able to stalk her everywhere. Our lives are going to get that much more interesting. I would’ve opened the CCTV app in the penthouse to see what she’s doing, but I think Killian’s talking to me.
“Carter.”
Yeah, definitely talking to me. “Yes?”
“I said, we’re leaving the cameras in her shop.”
“Yes.” I nod. “Can’t be too careful.”
Killian’s quiet. No. Not quiet. He’s giving me that other look now. That cut the crap look.
Yesterday, he was willing to give me a month to come clean to Amara. Guess he’s lost his patience.
I straighten my spine, preparing to defend myself when three raps on the door interrupt my monologue. The one I’ve repeated in my head for the past six months.
“Killian? Carter?” Luna’s voice comes over the walkie talkie.
“Come in,” Killian answers, his head whipping to the door.
Luna enters the room. Her raven-black long hair is straight and parted down the middle. The black eyeliner outlines her blue eyes. The black pencil skirt and black jacket that make for her concierge outfit are flawless.
Everything’s as it should be.
Except for her hands. Luna wrings her hands. She hardly ever does that. She’s confident. Handles the crap our members do if Killian and I are busy.
Unless…
Unless they get violent.
I’m on my feet in a matter of seconds. “What’s wrong?”
My muscles strain. Adrenaline pumps through my veins.
Whoever this asshole is, thank you. For the past five minutes, I’ve been anxious to bash someone’s head in. Since Chuck’s preoccupied with being dead and all.
Killian moves to stand at my side. Communicates silently to chill the fuck out without Luna noticing our exchange.
“Your next meeting. A certain member is upsetting them.”
“Who?” I bark, since we don’t have a next meeting. Whoever’s doing the upsetting is doing it to another member. The latter’s identity doesn’t matter. The culprit’s is.
“Christopher Boroughs.” Luna’s dark eyebrows pinch. “Our security just left for their bathroom break and Christopher’s started being an asshole. I would’ve said something to separate them, but he scared me. He scared all of us. There’s something off about him this afternoon, more than usual. I came here as fast as I could. I didn’t want to wait. Your meeting didn’t seem to mind.”
Metaphorically, I’m already out the door. My fingers wrapped around Christopher’s collar, dragging him downstairs. Making him bleed.
