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“What? You get to take on everything and I don’t get to feel like shit for what I did that night?”
“Bryan,” she whispered softly.
“Fuck if I can ever forget that I let you walk away that night. I did that. So if this is on anyone, it’s on me.”
“How did we get here?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
At this point, I was a little irritated. Not at her, necessarily. I just couldn’t believe everything that happened. I couldn’t believe that two people were dead and there were two more that might not pull through. I hated that she’d been taken and locked in a cage. And I really couldn’t fucking wait another second to get my hands on this fucker.
“This blame game isn’t getting us anywhere,” she said a few moments later.
“Then stop,” I answered in a low tone.
“You need to sleep. I’m sure there is stuff you have to take care of soon.”
“Yeah,” I replied but refused to let her go.
I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.
My mind raced with all the things I was going to do to this guy when I got the chance.
I was pretty sure she didn’t sleep either but we passed the time in silence.
My phone chimed with a text and I knew it was go time.
Sure enough, as I unlocked my phone, I saw it was Iron letting me know he was headed back.
“Don’t say anything,” she said like she knew I was trying to think of the best way to slip out of here. “I get it, I guess. Just go take care of what you need to.”
“I’m not done with you,” I said and then placed a light kiss the side of her head. “Don’t think that just because I haven’t said anything means that I have nothing to say.”
She let out a sigh and rolled onto her back as I slipped out of the bed and got dressed.
“I don’t want to fight,” she said in a resigned kind of sigh. “I just want to be there for you and… them, right now.”
“And I love you for that,” I replied pinning her with my eyes.
My lips met hers briefly, and I was a little surprised when she didn’t pull away from me.
“Thank you,” I said then headed for the door.
I grabbed a cup of coffee in the kitchen then headed to the second floor.
Mouse came walking up the stairs, stack of mail in one hand while he shoved something into his back pocket with the other. He looked up at me surprised for a split second before he unlocked the office door. I watched as he tossed the mail on the desk then closed the door, checking the handle to make sure it was locked.
“You ready for this?” I asked. I really wanted to ask him if he was doing okay but I knew better right now. We both needed our heads clear for what was to come.
“Yeah,” he said with a nod.
We were all waiting outside the meeting room when Iron and Mason showed up.
He didn’t waste any time getting started.
“Dade made it out of surgery but he is still in critical condition. They aren’t letting anyone see him right now. I’ve called his sister and she is catching the first flight in from Texas. I’ll send someone to get her once she lands.”
With that out of the way, he started in on the other stuff.
