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I quickly close the app and hold the phone to my ear.

“Frankie,” he answers, out of breath. “What’s wrong?”

“Leo and Kody were arrested.”

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Frankie


Clutching the phone to my ear, I explain to Monty what happened in the restaurant.

As I finish answering his questions, the paramedics carry the injured drunk out on a stretcher.

“The victim will live.” Dullness fills my chest, a heaviness I can’t escape. “But he probably has a concussion, head wounds, and broken bones. He’ll sue.”

“He assaulted you,” Monty says. “We’ll get him on that.”

“He was drunk.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll call my legal team. They’ll take care of it.”

“Not Melanie?”

“My local attorneys will handle it faster. You said the guards are injured? Are they with you?”

“Jasper’s here.” I glance at the older man hovering a few feet away.

“Put him on the phone.”

Monty’s hurried movements rustle through the connection, the shuffle of clothes, footsteps, and quickening breaths. I assume he’s coming, but I need to know for sure.

“Monty…” I tap my chest, trying to loosen the tightness as I say the words that feel so right and so wrong at the same time. “I need you.”

Silence.

It lasts so long I wonder if he disconnected.

Then his deep baritone whispers in my ear, “You have me.”

He’s gorgeous, rich, and offering himself in no uncertain terms. What more could a girl want?

She wants his brother and nephew, that’s what.

He clears his throat. “Just got out of the shower. Almost dressed. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Another pause of silence. “I’m sorry, darling. I should’ve been there.”

“No. That’s not…” Lowering my voice, I tighten my grip on the phone. “Something else happened. I received a call after the assault.”

I repeat what the caller said and describe the synthesized voice.

“Goddammit! Fuck!” He makes a dangerous sound in his throat. “Put Jasper on the phone. Now.”

I hand off the phone and stand there, shivering in the wet breeze and scanning the darkness for an unknown enemy.

Who is it? What do they want? Why do I attract psychos? What is it about me that draws them in? Is it because I married Monty and got entangled with the Strakh family?

If Denver is to be believed, it started long before that, when I was in Anchorage.

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