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“You should probably call Tom and Jacob,” she said as her left eyebrow twitched.

I caught her before she hit the floor.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

MILA

I opened my eyes, meeting Nick’s concerned, dark gaze.

“Hey, Shortcake.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “There you are.”

“Oh God, I went down again.”

He smiled, brushing his finger over my cheek. “Not before you pulled some cool Charlie’s Angels moves on MJ. You threw her out of here like last week’s trash.” He shook his head. “How did you learn to do that?”

I smiled ruefully, pulling myself up. We were on the sofa, me cradled protectively in his arms. “Have you met my uncles? Aiden and Dad made sure all us girls knew how to defend ourselves. Sammy can flip a man twice her size in the blink of an eye.”

“Remind me not to get you angry with me.”

“She’s gone, right?”

He looked upset. “Yes, thank God. I texted everyone while you were out. We’re meeting at the hotel once we’re done here. I told Andi what you did.”

“I was out that long?”

“Only a few moments. My voice-to-text was fast. She said you sometimes were out longer than usual if the trauma was intense.”

I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder. “That’s one word for it.”

“I’m sorry, Shortcake. I didn’t want her near you at all. She’s poison.”

I cupped his face, frowning at the bruise already forming. “You took the brunt of it. That bitch.”

“It’s the last time.”

I frowned. “Was there a first before today?”

He nodded with a shrug, and my heart hurt for him. “Never again, Nick.”

He smiled. “No. Never again. Now, you finished out here?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll be done in ten, and we’ll load up and head to the hotel.”

“Okay.”

He pressed another kiss to my head. “Okay, baby.”

* * *

A couple of hours later, I looked at Andi, who met my gaze calmly. Jacob and Tom had been busy. When Nick expressed his worry over her retribution, they had assured him everything was locked down.

“All your accounts are safe. Passwords changed. Access limited. We’ve notified those needed that she no longer represents you as your business manager slash agent. You brought all the contracts from your safe?”

He handed them the files. “Yes.” He drew in a deep breath. “She might not show tomorrow.”

Jacob sat back, crossing his ankle over his knee. He shrugged. “At this point, it’s moot. She knows. She’s angry. We need to brace ourselves for her pushback.” He pointed to Nick’s cheek. “I want pictures of that. I think we should prepare a statement and be ready to file an assault charge if she refuses to go quietly.”