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And I had just added one more reason Rowan would come for my throat.

He could try anyway.

I didn’t know if it was because he loved his kid or because someone had walked into his compound and taken something he considered property. Either way, the outcome would be the same.

Till then, Saint was still down.

Kellan was under my roof.

And Rowan wasn’t the kind of man who let that stand.

He’d escalate.

I didn’t know if it was because he loved his kid or because someone had walked into his compound and taken something he considered property. Either way, the outcome would be the same.

I didn’t expect him to hand over the asshole easily, but he would.

And until then he’s off limits.

I forced myself into my office.

There was paperwork waiting. Calls stacked up. Routes needed rerouting. Perimeter rotations needed tightening. Legit businesses didn’t run themselves, and neither did the parts of Havoc that stayed buried where they belonged.

I lost track of time somewhere between contingency planning and dealing with everyday shit.

Two hours and still, my thoughts kept circling back upstairs.

Why hadn’t he screamed or run when he had the chance?

And the way his body had felt in my arms.

Fuck.

I pushed back from the desk and grabbed food on my way up.

Grim was in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me like he’d been waiting.

“So,” he said.

I raised a brow.

He snorted.

“Mind your business.”

He glanced at the tray in my hand. “You feeding him again?”

“Yes.”

“Hop you know what you’re doing,” Grim said mildly.

“Keep your radio on,” I said instead of answering.

“Always do.”

By the time I got back upstairs, my control was locked down tight again. President face on. Alpha instincts leashed damn it.

The light outside had shifted, and the yard quieter. Dinner hour.