“I already thought of that.”
Riot raises an eyebrow.
“Convoy tight?”
“Real tight.”
“No one rides alone.”
Knox nods.
“I’ll double the scouts.”
“Do it.”
Diesel tilts his head slightly.
“And Emma?”
My jaw tightens.
“She’s covered.”
Prospects rotate outside her house twenty-four hours a day.
Two watching the street.
One sitting down the block.
Another following her when she leaves.
Constant rotation.
No gaps.
No chances.
And somehow, it still doesn’t feel like enough.
That alone pisses me off.
I grab another beer and twist the cap off.
My thoughts drift back to her again.
Standing in that kitchen.
Yelling at me like I’m just another guy.
Telling me I don’t get to decide things for her.
Refusing to back down.
Refusing me.
My grip tightens around the bottle.
I don’t obsess over women.
