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“We’re clear.”
“Know you like havin’ the control, Spike, and one day there is a solid fuckin’ chance you will. I won’t be in this spot forever and you’re always the one I wanted in my place, but when you do stupid shit, I can’t trust you to do right by this club.”
“I hear you. It won’t happen again.”
He nods, then turns and keeps staring out.
“For right now, you need to help your woman. Someone is botherin’ her, and the cops are hot on her tail.”
My chest clenches. “Someone is botherin’ her?”
“Spray paintin’ her room, leavin’ threatenin’ notes. Someone thinks she killed that girl, and if we don’t fix it, she could end up hurt.”
Fuck.
What the fuck have I been thinking?
In all of this, she has been there handling this shit alone.
Now someone is out there trying to mess with what’s mine. I won’t fucking have it.
“Someone is threatenin’ her?”
Jackson nods. “Don’t know who, but I do know she isn’t havin’ an easy time at that school. Only so long before the cops roll in and try to cause problems. Problems we don’t need. The second they know she’s with you, they’ll target her.”
He’s right, they will.
“I’ll go there now.”
“Make sure the cops are put back in their place,” Jackson growls. “Do not let them put it over her just because she’s a girl.”
Oh, they won’t be putting anything over her. If I have my way, they won’t speak to her at all. Ciara is far from a killer, and she isn’t going to be brought down over something she didn’t do.
Guilt grips my chest.
I should have been there for her, I should have put my own shit aside and helped her, but instead I was too worried about my own fucking issues. Now she’s got some psycho following her around, wanting revenge for something she didn’t do. I won’t let that happen.
“I’ll get it sorted,” I say to Jackson, my voice a low whip.
“Do it on the low,” Jackson orders. “Don’t bring any more attention to her. The club has enough mess to clean up.”
Mess I made.
“Clear,” I murmur.
“Trustin’ you to do the right thing, Spike. Don’t let me down again.”
“You have my word.”
I might have fucked up, but it won’t happen again.
I’ll make sure this club is protected, but more than that, I’ll make sure nobody touches a single strand of hair on Ciara’s head.
I might be behind, but I protect what’s mine.
And Ciara, she’s fucking mine.
14 – Ciara
