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Her glare is powerful.
“—check up on Ellie for you. See you downstairs.” And with that said, I go.
After a shower, shave, and change of clothes, I do as I said I would do. Head down to the small office Mia has there. I check up on Ellie. Stable, but no real change. I check in with Reaper and Angel.
They report exactly nothing.
Sitting on the little sofa in the study, I stare at the door and then at my phone.
Fuck. I know she doesn’t want me to call Leo, but I’m going to have to. Because I can read between the club owners’ words.
Nothing doesn’t mean things are good. It means the opposite. No one is talking. No one is catching this guy, and he’s still way too clean.
“Leo.”
“I swear,” he says without a hello, “if anything happens to Mia, I’ll fucking kill everyone.”
“Good morning to you too.”
I quickly cut through his rampage response, which reminds me of Mia and her temper. It runs in the family. I don’t know why I never noticed it before.
When I finish going over everything, including the note I found, he’s silent.
“With everything that’s happened, Bandoni, you leave her?”
I mutter curses under my breath. Of course, my security detail told him. He’s the boss here. And this is his sister, but . . . “You really fucking think I’d do that? Mia got a bit too hot under the collar—”
“What did you do?”
I ignore him because I’ve done a lot that I shouldn’t do to her.
“Your fucking sister, like mine, went through a lot, Leo. More than any woman should.”
The monsters that raped Mia branded my sister, had my fucking parents in to beat her, taunt her. Blake might not have been raped—I don’t think so because she’s her husband, Theo’s, one huge vulnerability, the one thing that can bring the man they call Frozen to his knees, and I don’t think he’d be able to keep that to himself—but she went through a different hell.
My sister is stronger than she looks, but she’s glass compared to Mia. And my sweetness has an inner fragility that she needs to embrace and meld in with her iron strength.
I grip my phone tightly, as I keep forgetting where my damn Bluetooth earbuds are. And I don’t want this on speaker.
“Your sister is . . . complicated. And she’s dealing, but sometimes she needs space.”
Leo snorts. “You? Giving space? Gone a little weak in the knees over her?”
“I’m trying not to be an asshole, you asshole. And for your fucking information, I drove to the road outside her property, had the guys on alert, and when her lights were off, I went back. So no, I gave her space for a little while, but not too much. Nothing is going to fucking happen to her again. Not on my watch. Not ever.”
“Careful, you might sound like a man who has the hots for her.”
“She’s hot.”
“She’s not for you to fuck with, Christian.”
“I think she’d be the first in line to say that.” I shift on the stupid sofa, which is way too girly for my liking, even though it isn’t, not really. It’s just a pale peach fabric-covered sofa that’s small and plain and somehow is more than it is. Something that reminds me of Mia.
If you dump the plain thing.
Mia, in no way at all, is plain.
I say to Leo, “I’m just concerned because of the note, the guy, the girl who’s in hospital, and the fact Mia isn’t a woman given to fancy or dramatics.”
