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I lean my back against the wall, and he goes on.
“Aurora will understand your reasoning if you explain things to her.”
“Stay out of my business.”
“Your business is mine as well. I want you happy, and youhave never been this miserable. You always said, if you can’t keep a cool head, you won’t survive long. Well, I’m here to protect you from not just your enemies, but from yourself too, so snap out of it.”
“Get out.”
I yank my laptop open, intent on working, when Tamara steps inside. Knowing Daniel, he went for the big guns and told her to come in here and talk to me.
Accusation flares in her eyes. “I thought you had better manners.”
The people of my household are keen on pissing me off. Is today Let’s Berate Kieran and Test His Patience Day?
I scowl at her, and she raises her eyebrows at me. “You don’t intimidate me. I’ve changed your diapers, for God’s sake.”
“You keep reminding me,” I huff.
The image of Aurora’s betrayed stare unbalances me, trapping the air in my constricting lungs.
“What happened, Kieran?”
I drag a hand down my face. “She makes me weak.”
“And you thought putting a chip in her would give you your strength back?”
“I can’t breathe around her. But thinking of her not being here drives me insane.”
Tamara walks to me and pats my arm. “I want you happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Do the right thing. Apologize and explain why you did that.”
“I doubt it will help.”
“Get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow will look different.”
Yes, but for whom?
I get in my car and meet the guys at the compound, telling them about Aurora’s mystery man.
“Who the fuck is he?” Cato inquires. We both turn to look at Cameron who shrugs.
“I have no fucking clue who he could be. It was impossible for her to go outside unsupervised. Maybe she’s bluffing.”
“No, she isn’t. And I can’t fucking have her think she can escape.”
The next moment, Cato’s on the phone. “I want the wedding moved up.”
When he hangs up, he says, “Bachelor party on Friday. I’m going to be a married man by the end of next week.”
I am not in the mood to party when my marriage is in shambles.
When we go downstairs, our team is already seated.
“If anyone comes at us again, I will hold you personally responsible,” I say, pinning them each with a hard stare.
“That would mean someone infiltrated us, which isn’t possible. Our checkups are thorough,” the chief of security, Sawyer, answers.
Our organization is built on levels, hierarchical levels, from scouts to security. “I’m not questioning the leadership’s loyalty, but everyone else needs to be re-checked.”
