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At least for now.
Beck looked back and forth between us before staring at a spot on the bed, his face twisted in anger and pain.
“She’s not following Mickey anywhere,” Kieran finally answered.
Beck didn’t respond in any way, he only continued to stare as silence engulfed us. After another minute, he gave his head a hard shake and shot from the chair. With only a devastating look aimed at me, he left the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him.
I wished he’d slammed it.
I wouldn’t be warring with the part of me that felt like I owed him an apology when I owed him nothing.
Kieran exhaled roughly and let his head fall to run his hands over his hair.
“I can’t follow Mickey.”
He twisted his neck to look at me, his brow pulled low. “Not that I want you to. Not that I think I could stop you if you decided to. But, why?”
My arms curled around my stomach as it clenched and rolled. “I just can’t.”
Suspicion flared in his pale eyes as he studied every movement I made. Every movement I couldn’t stop no matter how much I wanted to.
I wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be invincible.
I didn’t know how after the fallout we’d narrowly escaped.
“There’s a guy . . .” I began, bile rising in my throat.
“Client?” he bit out.
“No,” I replied automatically, adamantly. Then curled in on myself. “Not exactly.”
Kieran straightened his body and turned to face me, his arms folded over his chest. With his lean, sculpted muscles and murderous expression, he looked every inch of the assassin he was.
I swallowed thickly and let the dirty confession tumble from my lips. “He thinks he owns me.”
“Does he?” he demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension forming between us.
“I belong to no man,” I hissed, gritting my teeth.
“Then why—?”
“Because he has ways of controlling me. But it goes beyond that,” I hurried to explain when he started to question me again. “He thinks I’m his. He stalks me. He threatens me when he catches me working. Just because I’m not being watched by your person doesn’t mean I’m not being watched. If I follow Mickey, someone will know.”
If Kieran could unleash hell on earth, he might have done it in that moment.
“Who is he?”
“The guy who follows me? I don’t know his name.” When Kieran’s jaw popped, I echoed, “I don’t know his name.”
He nodded with a sharp jerk of his head then asked, “He knows you’re here?”
Yes. “Most likely.”
“What would he do if he knew?”
“About us?”
