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I don’t want my father coming between us and his mother ripping us apart.

When he finally pulls away, his lips brush mine with every raspy word. “You can leave, but you’ll come back, princess. Or I’ll hunt ya down again.”

“What if I don’t like it here?”

He thumbs my jaw and offers me the hottest grin I’ve ever seen. “You like being right where you are now. The rest is just bullshit.”

His phone rings from his jeans strewn near the door.

He curses under his breath and sighs. For a second, his forehead stays pressed to mine, cock still buried inside me, then he pulls out in one slow drag.

I prop myself up on my elbows as he strides across the cabin, naked and unashamed, muscles shifting under sweat-slick skin. He pulls his phone from the pocket of his discarded jeans and answers.

“Yeah?”

He listens, shoulders tense, free hand flexing at his side.

The conversation is one-sided and brief.

When he ends the call, he grips the phone in his hand and stares at me.

His eyes are dark, but now there’s a dangerous edge beneath the lingering heat.

“Your brother is in my fucking yard.”

My chest tightens. With Sera here, this could be the start of a war, not the end.

Chapter 32

Saint

I drag my jeans on fast, miss the top button, and don’t bother fixing it as I reach for the T-shirt on the floor.

Behind me, Keira pushes herself upright on the table, her skin flushed, the air between us already cooled.

“Saint—”

I yank the shirt over my head, grab my holster, and throw the door open hard enough that it wallops the wall.

In the distance, my men are gathering. The closer I get, the harder my fists work, my focus narrowing to the Harrington standing next to his car.

Shay’s near the gates and my brothers stand off to the side, watching me, waiting.

Footsteps slap against the path behind me.

“Saint…”

Keira catches up quickly, dragging a jacket over her shoulders, her hair loose from where I had my hands in it.

“It’s over now,” she says, grabbing my arm. “Let me go with him, and this will end today.”

She steps in front of me before I reach the yard. I take one more step anyway before stopping. The pressure under my ribs tightens until it hits the back of my teeth.

“That bastard hurt my sister. And I’m not letting him take ya anywhere.”

Her brow creases at that, stubbornness pushing through even now. “But you said I could leave. You said you understood.”

I step in close enough that she has to lift her chin to keep my gaze.