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“The first body was found the night you were fired. The second was shortly after when you had to give that deposition. The third was discovered when you went for your interview. These last two within the last twenty-four hours while Rebel was in labor.” I search her face and find her eyes full of confusion.

“When was the last time you saw your stalker?” Jesse’s fist hits the table in anger at my question.

“Stalker?” He hisses at her.

“Calm down, old man, you’ll have a coronary. I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh.

“Now is not the time for your stubborn girl power bullshit Hannah. Look at those photos again! Listen to what I’m telling you.” I shove the pictures of five dead women into her face.

“I…I don’t,” Her voice dies out.

“You are the common thread, Baby,” Jesse says softly.

“We have a serial killer dropping bodies that look like you wherever you go.” She cringes away from the table, shaking her head.

“No,” She covers her face and starts to sob.

“You couldn’t have said that less bluntly?” Jesse growls at me.

“With your fucking daughter? NO! I don’t have time to sugarcoat shit. Someone is after her, and I’m going to fucking stop them.” Jesse frowns and starts to ask me a question but I raise my hand so he listens to me.

“The less you know, the better. But this piece of shit is not getting to her. You have my word.” Jesse nods and pulls a crying Hannah into his lap.

“Let’s give them a minute.” I motion for Priest to follow me.

“Was that wise? Basically telling a police officer that we’re going on a manhunt?” I shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t give a fuck.” I wave Spark over to where we’re standing right outside the door.

“How did she take it?” I frown, and right when I’m about to say okay, I hear a roar followed by chairs breaking.

Jesse rushes out and watches as his daughter destroys the conference room.

“We’re going to need to remodel our Church.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SHOCK

I siton the floor and flip a piece of broken wood in my hand. I have scratches up and down my arms. I’m bleeding from a few, and the splinters in my palm are starting to get annoying.

The guys are all hanging around the doorway, watching me like I’m a caged animal at the fucking zoo.

Fair.

I feel like one. My anger has never been this out of control. One wrong move by any of them, and I’m liable to hurt them badly.

“MOVE,” I hear Mayhem roar, and then I see his boots stomping up to me.

“Someone bring me a first aid kit.” He growls, and I smirk.

Maverick is the only one crazy enough to get near me in this state.

“I’m going to clean you up. Then I’m taking you home, and I don’t want to hear shit from you.” I glance up at him.

His strong jaw is grinding his teeth. His ivory skin is red with rage. He swallows hard, though, which breaks his bravado. He’s ready to fight me if he has to, but still scared of what I’ll do to him.

Good boy.

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