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“Don’t say that. We can still…”
“Still what? Be together? Is that what you were going to say? Over my dead fucking body!” I shriek. “I don’t need you! I don’t need any of you! I have a pack now that actually cares about me. You can all go to hell and rot there for what you’ve done to me, my family and all those people you’ve hurt with your criminal ways! I hate you!” I launch myself at him, slapping his face so hard I scratch his cheek with my fingernails.
Kaleb grabs me around the waist, hauling me away as I kick and scream obscenities at one of the men who ruined my life.
“You’re a prick! A fucking arsehole, and I hate you! I loathe you!”
Kaleb carries me out of the room and into the silent station, placing me on my feet with an amused expression tinged with mild horror as everyone stares at me.
“Wow. Guess you needed that, huh?”
“You don’t say,” I snap, but push my hair out of my sweaty face with a huff as I calm myself. “Sorry. I got lost for a second there.”
“You did good, sweetheart,” Elijah says, coming out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
“Did you get what you needed? Was that name and location enough? I can go back in there and strangle him until he blabs some more.”
Elijah bursts out laughing and draws me to him in an embrace which shocks me. He has done this in front of the entire IPP police force. “As much as I’d love to see that, we got what we needed. You can go home now.”
“Home?” I scrunch up my nose, thinking he means Kensington, but when I gaze up into his eyes, I know he meanshishome. Our home. “What about you?”
“Dylan will take you. Now that we have a name, I’ve got some stuff to do here.”
“Oh, of course,” I say, having a ‘duh’ moment. “Sorry, I yelled.”
“Don’t ever apologise for expressing your feelings. You needed that, and I’m glad you got the opportunity to get it all off your chest.”
“I want to see Adam,” I blurt out. “I want to tell him all the same things, only much,muchworse.”
He looks across at Jeremy, and they come to a decision without words.
It’s also not what I want to hear.
“Maybe that’s not such a great idea right now. Maybe in a few weeks, when you’ve calmed down a bit.”
“Strike while the iron is hot,” I counter stiffly.
“Not yet,” he says, going slightly Commander-y on me. “You are too volatile, and from what we’ve heard about him, he isn’t the type you want to lose your cool with. He will find an opening and stab you in the guts with it. I’m sorry, Morgan. I know you want to speak to him, and you can, eventually. Besides,” he leans down to whisper in my ear. “I want that conversation with him first.”
If there were anything he could’ve said that would get me to back down, that was it.
“Okay,” I murmur. “I’ll go.”
“Good girl,” he whispers.
I can’t help the soft purr that escapes my lips. Dragging him with me, I stride over to shove the door of the interrogation room open. Pulling Elijah closer to me, I plant my lips on his before I turn to give Pierce a ‘fuck-you’ triumphant glare before I stick my middle finger up at him.
His shocked expression is one I will take with me to keep me warm on the nights when this situation catches up to me. But laughing almost maniacally, I spin and storm over to pick up my bag and coat, leaving Dylan to run and catch up to drive mehome.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Dylan
“That was spectacular.”
She giggles. “I’m shaking.” She holds her hand up to show me.
I glance briefly before I grab it and kiss her knuckles, placing it on my thigh so I can keep touching her but keep driving.
