“And you just let him walk away?”
I freeze.
I was the one to walk away. Finn might still be standing in the locker room for all I know. Not that I’m going to say that out loud. The air between us crackles, but Graham doesn’t back down.
“Tell me why the fuck he’s still out there—walking with two perfectly good legs?”
“Because I wasn’t about to throw down in the middle of a fucking locker room,” I snap, stepping closer. “Because he’s a little unhinged, and he likes it rough. He’d probably think breaking his legs is a fucking confession of love or some shit. You think that would’ve helped?”
Graham’s nostrils flare. “I think it would’ve sent a message.”
Hunter, silent as usual, watches us both; his gaze is perceptive, his jaw tight. He’s on edge too. I look at him, practically pleading for him to interject. To take a side. Damn, Graham is acting like I personally walked Finn into the locker room to wait for her.
He probably climbed through one of those windows, honestly.
“Enough,” Hunter finally says. But Graham isn’t done.
“That fucking psycho is always one step ahead, and we’re just letting him be.”
“Letting him be?” I bite out. “You think I didn’t try to make a point?”
Graham scoffs. “Try harder.”
“Try harder?” I echo, stepping forward. “What the hell do you want me to do, Graham? Hunt him down and gut him in an alley?”
“If that’s what it takes?—”
“I LIKE IT! The attention.” Willow’s voice cuts through the argument.
All three of us go still.
I turn, my pulse hammering as she glares between us, hands on her hips, cheeks flushed.
Not with fear.
Not with anger.
With frustration.
“I like his attention,” she says again, daring one of us tochallenge her. “I know what Finn is. I know what he wants. But guess what? I’m not a helpless omega. And I like it.”
The parking lot is dead silent, her words hanging between us. Hunter clenches his fists at his sides. Graham exhales sharply through his nose. And I don’t know what to say.
Because I can see how she could like it. Hell, I kissed him instead of punching him. And I liked it too.
Graham works his jaw before finally muttering, “This is a mistake.”
Willow lifts her chin. “That’s my choice to make. Don’t worry, I’ll call my dad and make sure he knows.”
And fuck. That shuts him up. That shuts all of us up.
Because if she convinces her dad that Finn isn’t a threat—and that it’s something she wants to pursue…
She won’t have a need for bodyguards.
And if she doesn’t have a need for bodyguards, we have no reason to be around her twenty-four seven.
CHAPTER 25
