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Or why he’s been at your apartment
Get rid of him before I do
Motherfucker.
We haven’t seen anyone around her work or the building. I hand the note to Logan before I tear it to fucking pieces. Logan picks up the phone and asks someone to come to the office.
“I want his fucking head,” I say through closed teeth.
The door opens and Dom walks in. Logan hands the note to him. “Try and get a print off it. You got that file ready?”
“Just finishing it up. I’ll send it over in a few.” Dom takes the note and walks out.
“What file?” I look over at Logan.
“Same background shit I run on the club girls. I know you’re in this shit already, but I wanted some information.” He says it like it’s not a big deal that he’s running a background check on Emma. After I already claimed her and she’s a part of this club, even if she doesn’t really get it yet.
“She’s not a fucking club girl.” It takes every ounce of control I have not to pound his ass right now. He’s been giving me shit about Emma since the beginning and I’m fucking done with it.
“I know that. You made it clear at church. Doesn’t mean you know shit about her, brother.” He shrugs like what he’s saying is no big deal.
“When this shit comes back clean you need to fucking drop whatever issue you have.” I shove his shoulder.
“Done,” Logan replies as a small cry comes from behind us.
I turn and see tears rolling down Emma’s cheeks. Shit.
I walk over to her, sitting down. “I know you’re a mess right now, but I need you to talk to me. Is it okay to touch you?”
She nods as she turn to me and collapses against my chest. I’m going to kill this asshole and make him wish he never fucking lived.
“I…need…to…go,” she says between trying to catch her breath.
I pull back some and lower my head so I can look in her eyes. “No, you’re not going anywhere. We will figure this shit out.”
Her head shakes. “No, I don’t want you to get hurt. I’d rather him hurt me than put anyone I care about in danger.”
I look over at Logan, knowing he’s listening. His eyes are focused on Emma, and I know he’s thinking she’s as real as I’ve been telling him.
“You have no idea who you’re with, huh?” Logan says and Emma looks over at him. “Trust me when I say that Cain can handle this shit. This fucker will wish he never even looked your way.”
Emma looks at me and rests her forehead against mine. “I’m scared.” Her voice shakes.
I pull her close to me. “I have you. You’re mine and I won’t let anyone fucking touch you.”
As she relaxes against me I look over at Logan.
He smirks at me as he mouths ‘you’re fucked.’
Logan and I always said we didn’t want to get tied down by old ladies. We loved the MC life and all the freedom that came with it. He knew at first when I was claiming Emma that I was doing it just to protect her and I was willing to do it because I had no intention to ever have an actual old lady. Except now I’m falling for her.
I flip him off because I know he’s right.
I’m fucked.
