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“Why would I do that?”
I’m close to violating privacy laws, but if it stops this train wreck, it’ll be worth it.
“You said this isn’t personal. I’m breaking about a dozen different protocols, but here’s a fact. The last person who wormed themselves in the snare of Craig Johns ended up in the wreckage. After he beat her almost unconscious, he held her down and rubbed himself off on her chest. When he came on her face, she was forced to lick his cum while he watched.”
Her face goes white, and she stumbles into the nearest chair. “Oh my God.”
“She was violated and used against her will, which is sexual assault. That personal enough for you?”
Her eyes come to mine, pooling with tears. “I-I-I… Ford, I didn’t know.”
“While you’re climbing that corporate ladder, you may want to know who you’re in bed with.”
At this, I’m done, leaving as her first sob sounds.
“Think you got the point across,” Ace comments when we’re in the truck. “I’m still a fan of ruining her.”
“You mean Jay wants to ruin her.”
“My wife has Charlie on her side.”
“Ouch.” I wince, thinking of Charlie’s brand of desecration.
“Say the word.”
I crack a grin for the first time in hours. “Why don’t we let Rowan make that call?”
32
ROWAN
Shayla’s head pops up, her attention on the man walking through the bar. His eyes travel over her before locking with hers. Static electricity zings in the air, a hush falling in our group, watching the silent exchange.
It’s impossible to look away.
My insides heat as he steps up to the bar. His hand jets out, curling around her neck and bringing her mouth to his.
The kiss is short, but no less hot.
Singe your skin hot.
“Does it make me a rotten friend if I’m green with jealousy?” Ginger mutters.
“Whew, I need a shower.” Shelby fans her face.
“Who the fuck is that?” Tom barks coarsely.
“Shayla’s boyfriend,” I chirp.
“Since when does she have a boyfriend?”
“Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, pay better attention,” Harley sing-songs as she passes.
Collin releases Shayla, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes light up and she nudges her head our way.
“This section is reserved,” Tom grates when Collin takes the stool next to me.
“He’s with us.” I shoot him a reprimanding scowl.
