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I’m glad Rodberg is stepping up to the plate to help, and surprisingly, so is Deacon.
I just don’t know how he’s going to react when I tell him his sister was killed.
And that we have a funeral to plan.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CAIN
Two Weeks Later
This is fucking torture.
Living without Makaylie and not being there to personally protect her is like having a red-hot knife plunging in and out of my fucking black heart. The fact I am stuck in this god-forsaken safehouse is doing nothing to ease my tension.
I need to know she is okay.
I need to know she is coping.
I can’t go another second without that information.
So I pick up the emergency burner phone and dial Rodberg’s number. My foot impatiently taps on the wooden floorboards as I run my fingers through my hair, which is getting longer by the day.
He takes forever to answer, but eventually, he does. “This is a secure line. Who the fuck is this?”
“I just need to know she’s okay?”
“Cain? What thefuckare you doing? You’re only supposed to call if there’s an emergency!”
“Thisisa fucking emergency. I’m going out of my goddamn mind, Rodberg. Is Makayliesafe?”I yell down the line.
He groans. “She’s safe. I’ve been guarding her, and Joey’s brother, Deacon, is here too. We’ve been planning Joey’s funeral—”
“Her fucking ex-boyfriend is there with her? Tell me you’renotserious?” I growl, the frustration getting the better of me.
Rodberg takes a moment to allow me to calm down before he answers, “He’s here because of Joey. Remember, it was Makaylie’s best friend who died, Cain. She had no one here to support her through that because you had to go. She needs a familiar face to help her grieve. Cut your woman some slack.”
I slump into my sofa. “Is she coping?” I ask in a much softer tone.
“She misses you. Look… I gotta go. It’s Joey’s funeral today, and I need to be there for Makaylie.”
“I should be there, for fuck’s sake!” Pain ripples through me like never before.
“You can’t, Cain. You being anywhere near Makaylie puts her in instant danger. Trap wantsyou. He’s looking foryou. You come… that bastardwillfollow. Don’t do that to her. Not today.”
Clenching my eyes, I know he is right.
I can’t ruin Joey’s funeral.
But I also can’t keep this charade going.
Two weeks is two weeksfartoo fucking long.
“You’re right... but I won’t let this continue, Rodberg. I am going to end this bullshit. I need to be back with Makaylie, by her side and in her bed. Got it?”
“Jesus, Cain! Don’t go doing anything stupid. Stay in the damn safe house, asshole.”
Rolling my shoulders, I stand, gathering my shit. “I’m already a ghost. I won’t sit back and do fucking nothing. I need to finish this… once and for all.”
