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“And the landlord? Is he in custody?”
“Not yet, but we’re on it. Everything is fine. We’ll get him. I promise.”
“Asshole touched my girl and my father, so no, everything is not fucking fine.” My jaw clenches. “And why am I just now hearing this?”
“It happened only a few hours ago, and you were on a plane.”
I speed-walk through the airport. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Not smart to say, given you’re surrounded by people.”
I raise my voice. “I. Am. Going. To. Kill. That. Motherfucker.”
“Point taken.”
“Where is she?” I snag my bag from the baggage claim, throw it over my shoulder, and sprint out of the building.
“Her parents’. We offered to take her and your dad to the hospital, but Lauren fixed herself and your dad up, and they’re okay.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I hang up on him and start looking for an open cab.
A blue truck swerves into the pedestrian lane and stops next to me.
“Get in,” Kyle yells through the open window.
I shut the door behind me and meet his stare. “Motherfucker will pay for this.”
* * *
The rideto town feels like it takes ages, and I jump out of Kyle’s truck as soon as we pull in front of Lauren’s parents’ house. I race through the front door to find Lauren and her family in the living room, and two fellow officers are standing in the hallway that leads to the kitchen.
I rush over to Lauren and take her face in my hand, holding it back and inspecting it, searching for any marks. “Are you okay, baby?”
Her cheek is bruised, her lips swollen, but other than that, she’s in one piece.
Thank God.
The landlord won’t be blessed with the same destiny when I get my hands on him.
Her brown eyes water as she stares up at me and nods. “I’m fine. Just a little shaky, is all.”
Typical, strong-willed Lauren.
My lips smack into hers before I take another scan of the room. “My dad?”
“He’s in the bathroom,” Lauren’s dad says, standing up from the couch.
Lauren’s father, John, has his legs planted wide when he stands and loosens his collar. Rory, Lauren’s mom, is next to her with wet eyes.
Kyle moves away from the corner of the room and smacks John on the back. “We’ll get the dude. I promise you that, sir.”
“The fucker will pay for it.I can promise you that,” I bite out, not caring about my language in front of them.
Typically, I’m a respectful dude but not when a man has hurt two people I’d die for.
Lauren’s lips tremble, and she winces, like it pains her.
