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My pulse doubles.
What if he wasn’t…
More movement, and my eyes drag to a pair of large windows along the back of the house.
I lean closer to the glass, and I realize it’s King’s office.
He’s in there. I can see just the front edge of his chest, him in that damn white shirt, and he’s talking to a man who’s standing in plain view, in front of the window.
The man lifts his shoulders in a shrug.
I think this is the man that King ordered to his office, the one that letthat bitchthrough the gates. I wonder what King will…
In one move, King steps into full view, and then, quicker than I can track, his fist flies out, striking the other man in the face.
The man stumbles back, falling down below the bottom frame of the window, and I watch, stunned, as King steps forward, probably standing directly over the man, as he shouts at him. Rage covering his features.
My eyes drop to the gummy bear still clutched in my fingers and we share a look.
King might be a lunatic, but he seems to take our marriage very seriously.
And I must be just as mentally unwell, because instead of feeling scared, I feel a twisting low in my stomach that has nothing to do with tequila and everything to do with the power inside my husband’s body.
CHAPTER53
King
“You know,”Nero starts, the second I step out of my Suburban. “We could’ve done this over the phone.”
“I heard you the first two times you said that.”
He cocks a brow, “And yet, here you are.”
“Would you shut the fuck up and let me in?” I don’t slow my stride as I approach Nero’s front door, where he’s leaned against the door frame.
“By all means,” Nero steps back. “Come on in, bring your shitty mood with you, ruin everyone’s night.”
“Sounds great, will do.” I stomp past him.
When Nero shuts the door behind us, a bark echoes through his house, and then his goofball dog comes skidding around the corner. The dog barks again, and when his paws get purchase on the smooth floor he barrels toward us.
“Hey, Toto,” I greet the mutt that Nero and Payton rescued last fall.
Nero claps his hands as he crouches down, and the thirty-pound dog bounces in response to his owner riling him up.
I shake my head. Toto’s a nice dog, but he’s no guard dog. And compared to my Duke, he’s as intimidating as a bunny
Before I left the house to come here, I went to the studio to tell Savannah that I was leaving, but through the glass in the door I saw that she was completely zeroed in on a painting, and Duke was passed out on the floor by her feet. So, I decided to leave a note for her on the kitchen counter, rather than interrupt her, saying I had somenefarious workto do and that I’d be back late.
I’d already transferred two of my security team members across the country and punched a third in the face over her. So, I knew I needed the space to calm down.
“Who’s a good boy?” Nero baby-talks to his dog and it makes me want to shove him over.
“I thought you guys were gonna start training classes with him?” I ask.
“We did.” Nero says.
“We went toone,” a female voice replies.