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As I march from the building, I crack my knuckles loudly, desperately needing to feel them connecting with someone's face. And with Kingsley hiding in the shadows, there’s only one other person for the job.
* * *
The house is quiet as I pull up, but Ashton, Brandon, and Alex's cars are parked out the front, telling me that they're hanging out inside somewhere.
I storm through the front door, swinging it closed so hard the bang vibrates through the house and alerts everyone that I'm home.
Music pumps out from the direction of the den, and I head that way.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I bark when I find the three of them in here with some girls, drinks littering the coffee table and Kingsley’s signature scent permeating the air. "You're having a party while Mia is—" My words falter as I picture her out of it and helpless in that hospital bed.
I fly over the empty couch and knock away the woman who's pressed up against Ashton's chest with enough force that she stumbles to the floor before pinning Ashton against the wall with my arm against his throat.
"Tell me where the fuck he is," I bellow, getting right in his face.
"I don't know," he says, perfectly calm.
"Bullshit," I spit. "You know everything, and I'm not stopping until you fucking tell me." He's expecting me to go for his face, so he misses my fist flying into his stomach until it's too late.
He doubles over, gasping for breath as the girl he was with screams in horror.
"Where." Kick. "The fuck." Kick. "Is he?" Kick.
5
Mia
Three days later, I finally leave the hospital.
“Are you okay?” Sasha asks me as we sit in the back of the black SUV she and Channing came to get me in. There’s a driver and a security guy both sitting up front. The windows are tinted, and part of me wonders if it’s bulletproof. Not that I expect Cade will attack us like this, out in the open.
He’s not the kind of guy to shy away from getting his hands dirty.
A shiver runs through me as I shut down the memories. Sasha notices my discomfort and lays a hand on mine. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers.
“We moved all of your things into the house. I know it’s not ideal, but everyone thought it was safer than you—"
“It’s fine,” I deadpan.
“You’ll have space,” Channing says, giving me a sympathetic look. It’s all they’ve done over the last three days. Look at me with pity.
Broken little Mia Thompson.
I hate it.
I hate that my life has been reduced to this. I hate that I’m being forced to move into the last place I ever want to step foot in again.
But Cade is still out there, and I know he won’t stop until he’s rained down hell on every single person involved in killing his father.
The gates come into view, and my heart begins to drum wildly in my chest. I suck in a ragged breath, my hand curling around the edge of the leather seat as they begin to swing open and the car glides through them.
“Okay?” Sasha asks again and I nod, pressing my lips together, not trusting myself to speak.
Memories flash through my mind of the last time I was here. Running through the trees, Cade’s wicked laughter filling the night sky as he chased me.
Hunted me.
I press myself into the leather, trying to calm my racing heart. The car rolls to a stop and the security guy climbs out and opens our door. Channing goes first, helping Sasha from the car. They both wait for me, but I’m frozen in place.
