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Both of our attentions turn at the sound.

Sling is prowling through with the detective hot on his heels.

Oh shit.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

SLING

“What did I fucking tell you?” I growl as I pull Brad out of his chair by the collar of his shirt and slam him up against the wall.

“Fuck you,” Brad spits in my face as his lips turn up in a mocking smile.

A hand lands on my shoulder, trying to pull me back, but I shrug it off. “Sling, you need to back off.”

My jaw clenches as I wrap my hand around his throat. When Detective Anderson called me and told me they had arrested Blake and she was in an interrogation room down at the station, I saw red.

I hadn’t hung up the phone with him before I was already on my bike, hauling my ass to her.

I knew.

I fucking knew her piece of shit boss was behind this. What I wasn’t expecting was to walk into the interrogation room and find fucking Brad sitting across the table from my girl.

My brothers held me back from killing him at his house, but no one is going to stop me now.

The grip I have on his throat tightens as he struggles to breathe.

“Sling,” Detective Anderson tries again. “Come on, don’t make me regret this and call in backup.”

I ignore him as I pull him away from the wall by his neck and slam him back into it.

I would go to prison for this girl.

Spend the rest of my life there if it meant she could breathe easy.

“Sling,” a soft voice comes from the other side of me, her hands landing on my shoulder as she tries to pull me away, the metal cuffs clinking.

I let her.

Brad falls to the floor as I release him and back away, letting Blake pull me to her.

Her arms fall in front of her as I wrap her up tight, breathing in her scent. It grounds me.

She’s awakened something inside me I didn’t know was sleeping. Lord help any man who dares to fuck with her because they’re going to have to face the wrath of me.

I kiss the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

She nods against me. “I didn’t do anything they’re saying. I swear I didn’t.”

“Shh,” I quiet her. “I know you didn’t.” Leaving my arms around Blake, I turn my head toward Detective Anderson. “Can we get the cuffs off her? You know she didn’t do this shit.”

Detective Anderson tilts his head back slightly as he studies me, eventually sighing and nodding his head. He pulls out his key ring and finds the key for the cuffs.

Reluctantly, I release my hold on her to step away so Detective Anderson can unlock the cuffs. As soon as they’re off, I take her wrists in my hands and begin gently massaging them. Her wrists are red from the metal digging into her skin and being restrained for so long.

“Are you seriously going to stand there and do nothing about this?” Brad seethes from the floor as he rubs his throat.