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“There you guys are,” I heard Cord again, now he sounded a few feet from us. “Decker told me to give you the all clear. Cops just got here. Jimmy’s, uh, immobilized, but his wound isn’t life-threatening.”

“He’s alive?” I asked, looking over at Cord.

“Yeah.”

“I heard a gunshot.”

“About that…”

“Whatabout it?” asked Beau, finally turning to look at him.

“Decker’s really pissed at me. I shot the fucker’s kneecap out.”

Both Beau and I stared at him.

“What? I couldn’t let him get away with almost killing my cousin. I had to make him pay somehow.”

By then, Cord was close enough that I could reach out and touch his arm. I would’ve hugged him, but Beau refused to let me go.

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BEAU

If she would’ve let me, I would have carried Samantha from the pond to the house. As it was, as much of me had to be touching as much of her as possible. One arm was around her, and with the opposite hand, I gripped hers.

It was my fault that fuckingsonuvabitchgot his hands on her. I never should’ve let her walk to the house alone, and I would never, ever let her out of my sight again.

I’d almost lost the most precious, the most beloved person in my life, and if I had, I would’ve begged someone to pull the trigger and allow me to go with her. Just the thought of losing her filled me with such sorrow I could hardly put one foot in front of the other.

“Beau. Let go,” she whispered and looked down at the fingers I had a near death grip on.

“I’m sorry, my love.” I loosened my hold, but Iwould notlet go. I’dneverlet go.

“Hey, I’ve got news for you, Sam,” said Decker, who then pointed at Cord. “And you’re lucky to be alive, you idiot. You don’t fire a gun when there are nine other guys standing there, ready to shoot somebody.”

Cord hung his head and didn’t say anything. Attempting to defend his actions would’ve only made Decker angrier.

“You don’t deserve this, Wheaton, but Sam, you’re officially related to this putz.”

She turned to me, literally beaming with happiness. It was hard to imagine that, a short while ago, a madman had nearly killed her.

“That means I’m related to Cena, right?” she asked, looking from me to Decker.

“Good chance of it,” he responded. “I have a feeling you’ll get confirmation of that very soon.”

An alert went off on my mobile along with many others in the vicinity. I couldn’t care less what it might be. I could not think about anything besides getting Sam inside, taking her up to the bedroom, and making love to her for several days straight.

“Juni’s here,” said Deck. “And Creola is right behind her.”

“Were we expecting him?” Sam asked me.

“To be honest, my mind is entirely muddled. However, I don’t believe so.”

“What in the world is going on?” Juni asked, running over to us. “There were cop cars and an ambulance racing down Route 20. Grayson called and said somebody told him something went on here.”

“It’s a bit of a long story, if you don’t mind—” I groaned when Mr. Creola exited his vehicle and hurried over to us.

“I heard on the police scanner. Suspect apprehended. Was it Jimmy Rooker?” he asked between taking several deep breaths.

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