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The last thing I need is her going to the cops. I’ll deal with the people who killed my family myself. They’ll die at my hands, not rot in a prison cell.

“Yes, I?—”

I snatch her hand, cutting her off, and yank her toward me.

Her soft body collides into my chest. She blows out a ragged breath, peering up at me through thick lashes. I push her away at the same time I grab her wrist, cupping my hand around it like a shackle.

She attempts to stop me as I drag her away from the sidewalk, through rain puddles, and back to her car.

The driver’s door is unlocked, and the dome light beams when I open it. She gasps when I shove her inside. Her eyes are wide as she waits for my next move.

“Go the fuck home.” I lower myself to her level, getting in her face. “All connections you had with my family are gone. Go back to your innocent life and stay the fuck away from me.” I rise and slam the door shut.

I turn around, mutter, “Good fucking riddance,” and walk toward the cathedral.

I stop to punch a random car. A mixture of pleasure and pain radiates up my arm. I wait for the alarm to fire off. When it doesn’t, I punch the car again and shake my hand out.

“You know that’s not a fair fight, right? Unless that Buick is a Transformer, it can’t defend itself.”

I whip around to find Genesis standing behind me.

She must not know sass gets you killed.

Maybe I should show her.

I inch toward her, but she doesn’t back away, like I hoped. “I told you to go home.”

“You aren’t my boss.”

“No, but I can force you to do things.”

She’s too brave.

I don’t like it.

“Get in your car.” I get in her face again, spit flying from my mouth. “Don’t make me say it again.”

She whips around, and my shoulders relax when she walks away.

They tense back up when she moves in the opposite direction and sits on the cathedral steps.

This girl is fucking mad.

“I’m staying here until you talk to me,” she states, full of attitude.

I take three large strides, standing over her. “Sit in the rain for all I care. Warning: This area isn’t safe, so try not to get murdered.”

She doesn’t flinch at my words.

Instead, she holds up a finger. “Speaking ofmurder, the police didn’t confirm that as their cause of death.”

She pulls her knees to her chest, and I hate that my eyes travel as her dress rises up her thighs. Unfortunately, it stops inches from where I could get a view of her pussy.

“They said it was an accident, but I’m not dumb,” she rambles.

“What will you do if it was murder?” I scoff. “You going to solve it, Scooby-Doo?”

Her sweet face hardens. It’s not a good look on her.