I have eyes in places you can only imagine.
I stare at the photo, my heart pounding in my chest. Ash wouldn’t do this. None of my guys would do this.
Someone else left this for me.
Someone who wants me scared.
27
ALEC
Her date is leaving.
My shoulders loosen, tension draining out of me as I watch him head for the exit. Alone. But before I can fully relax, fully appreciate the relief of knowing she’s not going home with him, the office door slams open.
And before I know it, I'm being lifted out of my chair by my neck and thrown against the wall.
“What the fuck did you do?” Sebastian shouts. He isn’t small, by any means, but I’m still surprised by his strength as he wraps a hand against my throat and smashes my head back into the wall.
“Take your fucking hands off me,” I command, voice lethally calm. “You’re out of line.”
He presses me against the wall harder. “She’s with him because ofyou!” he snarls. “She’s datingbecause of you.”
“She’sdating?” Ashton asks, sounding devastated.
“You let me think it was my fault,” Sebastian says. I watch the rage on his face slowly morph into betrayal. “You let me believe the only woman I’ve formed any kind of connection with since…” He stops, expression hardening. “You let me think I was the onewho ruined this. For all of us.” His grip tightens. “When you knew it was you all along.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ashton demands. “What the hell happened out there?”
“You.” Sebastian turns on him, seething. “Don’t even fucking start with me, brother. You’re as bad as he is!”
“Both of you, take a breath, collect yourselves,” I order, trying to regain some control.
It doesn’t work. Sebastian’s hand grips a little tighter, and my vision starts to tunnel.
That’s enough.
I reach up and grab his wrist, twisting it, and before he can react, I’ve lifted him by the shirt, reversing our positions and slamming him into the wall.
“You don’t get to touch me,” I tell him. He glares down at me, lip curled. “If you ever put your hands on me like that again, I’ll?—”
Click.
My entire body goes rigid as something hard presses against the base of my skull. Something that feels suspiciously like the barrel of a gun.
“Let him go,” Viper tells me, voice a low growl.
Fuck.
A slow smile spreads over Sebastian’s face. Glowering at him, I suck in a shaky breath through my nose. “Tell him to drop the gun and back off,” I order.
Sebastian’s grin widens. “Make me,” he purrs.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ashton mutters. In my peripheral vision, I can see him pacing, hands threaded in his hair.
“Viper…” I start.
“Let. Him. Go.” Viper punctuates each word by pushing the gun harder against me.
