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Page 96 of Lawbreaker

I literally pull the phone from my ear and frown at it before placing it beside my ear again. “You know what? That’s the first fuckin’ time I’ve heard you talk about her death without it bein’ you blamin’ me for it.”

“I have a heart, Koen.”

“Hidden it well.”

He lets that hang a little before responding. “Give your testimony, and then be done with us. It’s your chance to get your own back, Koen. What kind of a man will you be?”

He ends the call without so much as a goodbye. I guess the whole conversation is a bonus, though, considering I expected him to hang up right at the start.

I lift the letter from the lawyers again and re-read the request. What the fuck has Derek got himself into? And why? Does our family not have enough money to satisfy his wants? Or is he just that much of a greedy fuckhead he wants it all?

I’m going with the latter.

With the notice folded and in my pocket, I leave King’s office and set about righting the second issue: Mel. King’s nowhere to be seen, but a few of the other guys sit at the bar. I look around the common room but don’t see Mel anywhere.

“You just gonna stand around and look pretty all day?” Vince calls from his spot on the deck, protein shake in hand.

Asshole smirks, knowing he’s winding me up.

“You know that’s the only reason I get out of bed in the mornin’,” I sass back. “So you fuckers have something worthwhile to look at.” I throw the bastard a wink and head up to my room.

Unsurprisingly, Mel’s not there. Heads turn as I jog back down the stairs, returning to the common room. Not wanting to appear as desperate as I feel, I pull my pack of smokes out and shake a stick out as I head for the deck.

I stink, and I was looking forward to a hot shower to freshen up, but damn, I need to know where she is so I can get things straight with her. I give one of the prospects a low five on my way past the pool table, hoping if I come off as my usual friendly self, nobody will pay much mind to what I’m doing.

“How’s it, man?” I ask, chin high with the smoke perched between my lips.

“Just the usual, Dog.” The prospect’s opponent greets me with a jerk of his chin before returning to the game.

I step out into the semi-dark and scan the area for where she went. Vince swirls the last of his drink to my right, downs it, and then points to our left as he heads indoors. Only takes a second to find her in that bright-as-fuck pink camo. Mel sits at the base of the washing line, her back propped up against the metal pole.

I drop off the side of the deck with a thump of my boots and make my way over, bracing for the worst.

And it’s exactly what I get.

“No,” she protests as I come into her line of sight. “I’m still pissed off with you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you even know what for?” she asks, eyes narrowed.

Fuck, I hate it when women put you on the spot. “For joking about sex?”

“It’s more than that,” she sighs. “I thought our connection went deeper than physical gratification.”

Whoa, little lady. “It does. Shit, woman. That’s the whole reason why I took things slow; so you’d know that wasn’t the case.”

“And yet, when you feel crappy about whatever you talked to King about, sex is the first thing that comes to mind.”

“That such a bad thing?” I chuckle.

Too soon.

“Just leave me alone, please, Dog.”

“Make me.” I stand my ground, widening my stance.

She reaches out, shoving me in the shin. “Go away.”


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