“You know what I’m talking about,” he shouted. “Your friendskilledmy brother!”
Callie’s crymade shock waves of fear rush Lock’s body. “Callie?”
The hum of a male voice sounded, but it was distant, and he couldn’t make out a single word.
Fuck!
Blood roared in Lock’s ears as he pulled out of his driveway. The tires squealed against the asphalt, and he pressed his foot to the floor.
He sent a quick message to Jesse and Antwan, asking them to get to the studio. Maybe they were closer.
The second he’d seen her car missing, he’d gotten this pit in his gut.
Why had he agreed to take that last job? He should have gone to her father’s with her. He should have been by her damn side!
He took a hard right, the tires screaming a second time.
He’d been going to say no, but it had been a single mother who’d called needing her front door fixed. He hadn’t wanted her and her child to sleep through the night with a broken door.
Using the Bluetooth on his phone, he called Eastern.
“Lock—”
“Get to Callie’s studio!Now.”
Air rushed over the line. “What happened?”
“Someone attacked her.”
He hung up as he turned onto the street of her studio, pushing his truck to move faster. Then he saw them. A man pressing Callie against the studio door, his hand on the back of her head, his body against hers, trapping her.
Fury pummeled his limbs, blinding him. Consuming him.
He slammed his foot onto the brake and jumped out of the truck, leaving it on the street as he sprinted toward them. Another car jerked to a stop behind him, but he ignored it as he gripped the attacker by the back of the shirt and pulled him off Callie. Lock punched him, his fist slamming so hard into the asshole’s cheek that he dropped straight to the ground.
Immediately, he lifted the guy back up and slammed him into the glass. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He groaned, head lolling to the side.
“Answer me!” Lock shouted.
Muffled voices sounded behind him. He turned to see Antwan kneeling in front of Callie, checking her face. Herbruisedface.
Lock saw red.
He punched the guy a second time, not caring that he should calm the fuck down and step back. He kept a hold of the asshole’s shirt as he got really fucking close to his face. “I said,whatare you doing?”
More cars pulled up on the street. He turned to see his brother getting out of one of them, deputies climbing out of the other.
Eastern rushed over and stopped beside Lock, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Release him.”
Lock’s chest rose and fell, his fingers remaining tight on the guy’s shirt. He should let him go. His nose was clearly broken, there was blood all over, and he wasn’t going anywhere, not with Eastern and his deputies there.
But he was so fucking angry that he couldn’t untangle his fingers.
“Lock,” Eastern said firmly, “Callie needs you.”
Callie…
