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“You can’t.” She sounded horrified, her voice so small.

Her eyes grew damp, and she jerked her gaze away, fixing it on the window, “You don’t have time for this. They’re going to return with their fuckin’ warrant. I chased them out once, but Dad said they’d come back.”

“Fuck their warrant and forget Ziggy.”

Her attention whipped back at me like she was still deliberating on whether she’d take offense to that statement.

“I’m the only authority and daddy you’re going to recognize after tonight.”

She scoffed, “What the fuck do you want, Menace?”

I stared at her, the vision of her draped over Griz’s bike suddenly rushing to the front of my mind.

“I mean it. The marshals are going to–”

“Where’s Griz?”

Her brows flinched, and her gaze trailed my face like she was looking for clues. “What the fuck is a griz?”

“Charlie Grizwald,” I dryly huffed.

When she showed no further sign of recognition than she had the first time I asked, I narrowed my gaze, “The bastard whose lime-green bike you were all over? You trying to tell me you was ass up on some brother’s bike and you don’t even know what the fuck his name was?”

Chapter Twenty-Four

My Everything

Sammy

The way his eyes flashed, all savage with jealousy, made my knees weak. It was scary and sexy all at once. No one had ever looked at me like that.

“You sure you broke out of the county over your personal safety, or was it because of a picture?”

I had no business taunting him. I didn’t even really look at the bike, I never considered asking her whose it was or where she got the image.

Menace flubbed his lips like I was being ridiculous, and my attention settled on the bottom of his chin. I’d hit him more times than I could count, but I doubted a punch would leave the meat split like that, not at that angle.

“Then why are you asking me where he is, instead of how long ago the marshals left?”

“I told you; I’ll die in there. Which means I couldn’t stay and I ain’t goin’ back.”

“Why are you here?” I circled back, still unable to believe he was standing in my bedroom.

His gaze dropped to my lips for a moment.

“You have siblings–” I pointed out.

Why the fuck wasn’t he at Henny’s house? Why me? We barely knew each other.

“They’ve got lives,” he whispered.

“What?”

“I knew when–” He paused and blinked, his gaze dropping to his wrists.

It drew my attention as well, and my jaw dropped a little when I saw the bruising and marks.

“Jesus.” I shifted, taking his wrist in hand to study it in the dark, and he allowed the movement.

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