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“What the fuck happened to your neck?” I growl.

Shawn’s eyes widen, she gulps, then she shifts her attention to her hands that are holding a rag and cleaner. Slowly, her gaze lifts to find mine.

“Nothing,” she exhales.

It’s a fucking lie.

I move toward her and place the food down on the counter, then move around the side so I can see her closer. I extend my finger and touch the underside of her chin to tip her head back so I can look at her throat. There are clear red finger marks covering the front.

“Shawn,” I bark.

Her eyes lift to mine, and I watch as tears fill them. “My mother came by.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

SHAWN

Elvis is angry. His face is even a different hue of red. I suck in a breath, holding it as I stare at him, waiting for what he’s going to say next. I can’t even think about how surprised I am to see him sitting right here in front of me. My body begins to tremble, and instead of taking a step back from me, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest.

“Sweetness,” he murmurs, touching his lips to the top of my head. “I’ll fucking kill her,” he growls.

I can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of me. Tilting my head backward, I look up into his eyes, my gaze searching his. “She’s pissed off because my brother told her that I had some money. Which he told her because he was pissed off?—”

“That I kicked his ass out of the club. Maybe I should kill him instead,” he snorts, stopping me midsentence.

“I’m not sure any of it matters. I won’t be here very long anyway.”

His eyes widen, and he takes a step backward, his eyes focused on mine and nowhere else. Like the way he seems to always look at me. There is nobody else in the room, in the world, when his eyes find mine.

“Where you gonna be, sweetness?” he asks.

His voice is so smooth that it sounds like dripping honey. It’s perfection, just like he is. Then he lifts his hand and cups my cheek, and I swear that my breath escapes my lungs in one single whoosh. He chuckles, obviously liking how he affects me.

“I’m looking for another job. This isn’t working.”

“What isn’t?” he growls. “Your cupcakes are the shit, babe.”

Taking a step backward, I turn around, unable to look into his eyes as I speak. “I’m failing, Elvis,” I admit. “I don’t have money for rent. What I made on your order pays for next month, but after that, I’m done for. And honestly, I probably don’t even have enough left over to buy supplies, and now that my mother did what she did, I definitely don’t have enough to replace and purchase new what she trashed.”

I’m rambling and don’t realize that I’ve said what I have until his chin jerks and his eyes narrow on me. I press my lips together, my eyes widening, and I take a step backward.

“Maybe we should eat. Did you bring food?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

He shakes his head slowly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches me for a silent beat. Then, before I realize what’s happening, he is charging toward me, and I shuffle backward until my ass slams against the counter. His hands grip the lip of the counter before he leans forward, his face just centimeters from mine as he growls his next words.

“What did she do?”

I want to tell him to mind his own business, but my mouth completely betrays me and answers him. “She trashed everything on the counter I was working on. She broke four bowls and dumped all my ingredients on the floor,” I whimper.

My words just spill out of me the way he demands. I don’t understand why I just say and do whatever he asks. It’s like whatever wires are attached to my brain and my mouth become unplugged when he’s nearby.

“Because you wouldn’t give her money. The money she knew I gave you.”

It’s not a question but instead a statement. Then he leans forward and presses his hips against mine. I can feel his hard length against my lower belly, and I suck in a breath, holding it as I look up at him.

He leans even closer, his nose sliding along my own, his breath washing over my face. I want him to kiss me right now. I want to feel his body against mine. I almost beg for that, for his touch against my bare skin.

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