Not fear. Annoyance.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he demands.
I don’t answer. I grab him by the collar and drag him out the door before his woman can even scream. He’s not married to her, I know that much. Whoever she is, this isn’t her business. She can have him back once I get what I need.
“Miles!” Smoke barks, but he’s already moving to block the doorway, keeping the woman and kids back without touching them.
Reeves stumbles down the porch steps, cursing.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
I slam him against the side of his SUV so hard the alarm chirps once in protest.
“Where is she?”
His confusion looks real.
“Where is who?”
I drive my fist into his ribs. He grunts, folding slightly.
“Danae,” I growl. “Where the fuck is she?”
His eyes widen—not in guilt. In surprise.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
I hit him again. This time his head snaps back against the window.
Inside the house, the woman is crying now, kids clinging to her legs.
Smoke steps closer to me.
“Miles—”
“Stay out of it,” I snap.
I grip Reeves’ shirt tighter and shove him harder against the vehicle.
“She didn’t make it home,” I state through clenched teeth. “Her car was found abandoned. You been bothering her for fucking months.”
He goes pale. “I didn’t touch her,” he spits. “You think I’d be stupid enough to do that?”
“You think I won’t bury you if you did?”
His breath smells like coffee and mint. His eyes dart toward the house, toward the woman watching. “I have a family,” he hisses. “You think I’d risk that?”
“You already did,” I fire back. “The moment you thought you could have her, you lost it all motherfucker.”
I slam him into the SUV again for good measure, fury roaring in my ears. “Where were you last night?” I demand. “You left work early, where the fuck did you go?”
“Home!”
“Bullshit.”
“My girlfriend can tell you! She got a migraine and needed help with her kid.”
The woman on the porch nods frantically through tears. “He was here,” she states panicking. “He never left after he came home because I called.”
