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I’m just not sure what the hostility is about. If it’s a parent thing, she’s obviously not his parent, so what’s the big fucking deal? It’s not my place, though. I don’t know shit about sibling dynamics.
“I don’t. Not really. I just don’t want Douglas to come back and fuck with her. She’s made a little life for herself here, even if she got tangled up with you.”
Instead of getting pissed off at his snide remark, I decide to ignore it. Jerking my chin, I clear my throat. “Her life here is pretty fucking sweet, and it’s going to continue being that way because if I get one look at that motherfucker, he’s dead. Won’t be a problem any fucking longer.”
“As a federal agent, I didn’t hear that,” Logan murmurs. “As a brother, thanks. I can’t be that for her, so I’m glad someone can, even if you’re the last fucking person I would have chosen. A fucking MC member.Jesus Christ.”
“I’m the best fucking person for her, no matter what my occupation or affiliate. This is done, I never want to see you again, yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
I turn around and walk out of the room, out of the house, and hope I’ll be done with his ass soon. Fuck him for not seeing who Reese really is and how absolutely fucking amazing she is.
REESE
Walking around the house, I check out cabinets and cupboards. It’s pretty bare bones in here, but it’s clear the fridge has been recently stocked, and the most time and attention was taken in the bedroom.
There is a pretty navy-blue comforter, some light-gray pillows, and medium-gray sheets that feel almost like satin. They’re amazing. The bathroom has face wash and even some brand-new makeup.
After Lance left, I ventured into the master bedroom and found clothes. Mostly leggings, tanks, and T-shirts. There were also a few pairs of flip-flops. Everything is new, and it makes me wonder who did all of this.
Making my way from the bedroom, I walk back into the living room and sink down on the only sofa. I bring my feet to the cushion and rest my cheek against my knees as I use the remote control to turn the television on.
Flicking through the channels, I settle on an old movie. I don’t know what it’s about, and I don’t really care either. It’s noise, and right now, it’s enough to cancel out my thoughts, which is exactly what I need.
I’m not sure how long I stay in one place, my eyes fixated on the television but not actually seeing or hearing anything. Until there is a loud knock on the front door. It sounds like a fist banging against the wall, and my breath hitches.
My heart slams against my chest over and over, my body trembling and my mouth going dry almost instantly. The banging happens again, and by the third time, I decide there is nothing else I can do. I have to stand up and walk toward the door.
Slowly, each foot stepping in front of the other by sheer willpower alone, I make it the short distance to the door and rise to my toes to peer through the peephole. It’s not Douglas. My entire body lets out a sigh and relaxes in a single instant.
But my body tightens again because it is Diablo.
I honestly don’t know him well. He’s not someone I’ve had much contact with, so to see him knocking on my door causes me alarm. I’m not quite sure what to do. He bangs again, but this time, he shouts that it’s him and announces himself.
Taking half of a step backward, I reach for the dead bolt and unlock it, then the knob and slowly twist it. Tugging the door open, I see him standing in front of me. He’s alone. I know I must look confused because I thought there were four of them here.
Diablo chuckles, then turns his head slightly, jerking his chin in the air. “They’re here,” he states. “Hellcat, Volt, and Dice. Two in back, two of us in front. But I wanted to talk to you real quick.”
I don’t know if I should let him in. I don’t really know him. If it were Hellcat or Volt, I would probably be a lot less hesitant, but this man, he’s a stranger. He may wear the Devil’s Hellions cut, but he may as well be the damn mailman.
“What do you need to know?” I ask, not stepping to the side to let him in. I have no desire for him to be comfortable. At least not until I know him a little better.
His lips slowly curve up into a grin. He thinks I’m being cute, I can tell, and that irks the hell out of me. Nothing about this situation is cute. Not a damn thing.
“I was going to ask you inside, but it’s clear you don’t want to have a chat indoors. Just wanted to know what this guy looks like. We didn’t get much info from Agony. All we know is that some guy is after you, and you’re knocked up with Agony’s kid, so we’re here to protect you.”
Well, then.
“He won’t just drive up and demand I walk outside. He’s going to try to trick you or surprise you in some way. He’s not someone who is reasonable, which is just one way he’s completely dangerous. He doesn’t care who he hurts or kills as long as he gets what he wants.”
“So, if he were a different kind of man, I’d probably respect him.”
My lips twitch into a small smile. “Yeah, you probably would.”
“Good to know.”
Before I close the front door in his face, I decide to describe Douglas’s looks. “He is tall, with blond hair, light-blue eyes. He’s tanned and fit. Both come from spending time in spas and gyms. He is an asshole, but he’s a smart asshole. He’s been following me, finding me, and coming for me for five years. He always finds me.”
