Twin Two shakes his head once. “She declined our offer.”
My face combusts.
“That is not how that…I did not…we are done with this conversation!”
Maverick looks delighted.
Tank stares at me a moment longer before he nods at some unspoken decision he’s made.
“We’re moving your shop into the compound,” he murmurs.
“I hate all of you,” I announce. “And, no, we’re not!”
Twin One checks his phone again. “All-clear confirmed.”
“Great,” I snap. “Let’s go before I embarrass myself further.”
Tank falls into step beside me, guiding me with his hand on my lower back.
And despite everything I’ve been through…despite how cruel and scary I know the outside world can be…I’ve never felt safer.
Chapter Twelve
Tank
“We’re not moving my shop inside these walls,” Abby says as I walk her to her door.
We are.
But I keep that to myself.
“I need you to stay inside until I come get you,” I tell her.
Something in my tone must shift, because her expression softens instantly.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
I don’t answer right away.
Instead, I pull her into me and hold her tight.
Fuck….She fits against me like she was built for this spot.
“There’s some club business we need to handle,” I admit quietly. “We’ve got someone coming in for a meeting. I’d rather keep your pretty face out of sight while it’s happening.”
My hand settles on her lower back.
“Can you do that for me, baby? Just stay put. So I know you’re safe and I can focus on what needs done.”
Her body melts into mine.
“Is this person dangerous?” she asks.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “But maybe not to us. He’s Maverick’s twin.”
She pulls back slightly, brows lifting. “Maverick has a twin?”
“Apparently, it runs in that family.”
