I’m not goingto walk away from Quinn.
I can’t.
Not after what she told me about her past.
I’m going to right all those wrongs, and then I’m going to provide her with a highly protected future wrapped in silk and fur. Whatever she could ever dream of, she’ll have. And I’ll watch her thrive from a safe distance, killing any and every man who ever tries to date her.
While she sleeps in my arms, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone. Cassian is the first name I pull up.
Xander: You are dead.
Almost immediately, my phone vibrates.
Cassian: I’ve been waiting to hear from you. Jason Furley is her ex. Forwarding you his address. Her mom is Jennifer Summers. She is at Caring Hearts Recovery Center, where Michael Baker works as the director. After speaking to the receptionist, it sounds like the staff have been suspicious of him for a long time, but they’ve been scared to come forward for fear of retaliation. Michael has a wife and three children. Two boys and a girl. Forwarding you his home address, too. Hopefully, you will feel less like killing me with this information.
That fucking asshole.
I’m getting really tired of his sneaky, yet helpful bullshit.
Xander: Fuck you. You’re fired.
Cassian: This has been too much fun. We should do it again.
There won’t be a next time.
I pull up the group chat I have with my brothers next.
Xander: Breakfast meeting at Cash’s place at 8:00 a.m.
It’s nearly two in the morning, but I’m not surprised when I get a middle finger emoji from Beckett right away.
I smile, knowing damn well he’ll show even if he doesn’t like it.
A second later, Cash texts me privately.
Cash: Is there a reason you’re calling a meeting at my house?
Xander: Yes, and I’ll share it with you in the morning. Let your wife sleep in.
Cash: The last time I checked, you don’t cook, and my housekeeper is off for the weekend.
Xander: I’ll make Beckett cook something.
When Cash sends back an eyeroll emoji followed by a middle finger one, I silently chuckle.
Quinn stirs slightly, her hand twitching as it rests over my ribs. I watch her sleep for a long time, her warmth soaking into me like a weighted blanket until I finally give in to my own exhaustion and close my eyes.
“What is soimportant that we have to be here at eight in the morning?” Beckett asks as he comes striding into Cash’s kitchen just before eight.
I raise my eyebrows and wait until Cash turns around from where he’s making a cappa-what-the-fuck-ever he drinks and notices Beckett wearing the same clothes as last night.
“Didn’t even make it home to change?” Cash asks as he smirks.
Beckett grins and runs a hand over his face. “I was in a poker game all night. Walked away with five mil so you can dealwith me wearing the same fucking clothes for thismeetingour brother called to order.”
I roll my eyes but give Beckett a fist bump at the same time.
“Congrats, man. I can’t wait to take that from you in our next game,” I tell him as I open the fridge and grab a carton of eggs and some bacon.
