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“She’s got no reason to be guilty.” Megan hated that Erica felt that way. She knew what a heavy load that kind of baggage could be. “Erica tried to save me by screaming. She’s the real hero. I pushed the damn button.”
“Baby, we’ve already gone over that. You did nothing wrong.” The tenderness in Scott’s eyes couldn’t be missed.
Eric added, “We shouldn’t have left you after seeing those murder scene photos. You were upset.”
“I was but I wish I’d been smarter.”
“And if you hadn’t hit that button, Erica and Gretchen might’ve been shot by the bastard.” Eric’s voice softened. “Don’t forget, Megan, Felix had already killed Vicky long before he arrived in Destiny.”
Megan closed her eyes tight.
Both Scott and Eric had taken the loss of their longtime employee hard. After the events at TBK, Dallas law enforcement entered Averson’s ho
me and found Vicky’s body. He’d shot the poor woman just to get her TBK badge to use and to keep suspicion off of him.
Eric reached over Gretchen’s bed and touched Megan on the cheek. “Don’t blame yourself, little one.”
Scott folded his arms over his chest. “The only motherfuckers any of us should be blaming are Felix Averson and Kip Lunceford. Felix is dead and I plan on dealing with Kip myself.”
Megan’s jaw dropped. “What do you mean by that?” Eric and Scott had known Kip’s location. Scott had actually gone and seen him in the Georgia prison. She wasn’t angry with them for withholding those details from her, knowing it was their way of trying to keep her out of harm’s way. She just didn’t want that to happen again. They’d sworn it wouldn’t. “Please don’t keep things from me, guys. You promised.”
“We won’t, baby,” Scott said. “That’s why I’m telling you now. Tonight, we’re going to have our date and forget all about the shit that went down at TBK. I’m going to deliver your divorce papers to the asshole tomorrow.”
“Shouldn’t I go with you to see Kip?” Megan asked.
“Absolutely not,” Eric stated firmly. “I don’t want you coming within a hundred miles of that psychopath.”
“He’s contained now, isn’t he?” she asked, feeling a sliver of worry spring up inside her.
“Yes, the feds have cut off his way to the outside, thanks to the information you gave them that Felix had told you. They arrested the second-in-command at the prison and beefed up their security around Kip. That still doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try to get into your head if you were face-to-face with him.” Scott definitely meant to keep her safe in both body and mind.
Eric, too. “You’re strong and capable, but neither of us want you to be put in that situation again. Understand?”
“Hush, you two.” Gretchen’s wise eyes were filled with compassion for Megan. “I agree with my boys, dear. Do you really think you need to see this monster for some kind of chance at closure? Hasn’t that already occurred for you?”
Megan looked over at Eric and Scott, the men who had turned her life around in so many ways. She’d never felt safe or secure, always listening for the next shoe to drop, watching for the next disaster to appear, and tasting the bitter dregs of her life after Kip.
After Kip.
God, those words meant something far different than before she’d come to Destiny. For five years he was like a dark cloud she could not get out from under. Her life had been ruined after Kip had come into it. She lost everything after Kip’s arrest. Eric and Scott had brought light into her dismal, gray existence. The thick fog Kip had left her had been blown away by them, her cowboys, her protectors, her guys.
After Kip.
It meant he was in the past, a distant memory. Together, she and her loving billionaires had defeated him. Her future had never looked brighter—her future with Eric and Scott by her side.
“Yes, Gretchen. I’ve had all the closure I need.”
Tonight, her men were taking her to Phase Four.
Chapter Seventeen
Megan clasped her hands together to try to keep them from shaking. Eric and Scott, on either side of her, walked her into Phase Four, the BDSM club on West Street not far from Steele Road.
A shiver ran down her spine as they stepped up to the counter of the reception room.
The woman behind the desk was in a leather halter top and Daisy Dukes. The guy behind her was nearly seven foot tall and muscled from head to toe. He wore combat boots, tattered jeans, and a leather vest. His arms were covered in tats and both his ears were pierced and had emeralds in them.
“Here you go, Trixie.” Eric handed the lady the papers Megan had already read and signed earlier. “Room three.”
