Nothing.
Good.
Finally, I kill the engine.
The street falls quiet.
For a second, I just sit there in the dark.
And the thought slips in before I can stop it.
Emma has no idea how close she came to starting a war.
Or how many men are watching her now.
My jaw tightens.
Yeah.
She’s definitely going to be the death of me.
My eyes drift back to the dark windows of her house.
Somewhere inside, she’s probably asleep.
Completely unaware of the kind of trouble circling her now.
Completely unaware of the kind of men who don’t forget humiliation.
Or the kind of man who just decided she’s under his protection.
My fingers tighten slightly around the handlebars.
Emma might not belong to me.
She made that real clear.
But that doesn’t change the one thing she hasn’t figured out yet.
No one touches what’s under my protection.
No one.
And if the Reapers think they’re coming anywhere near her again…
They’re going to learn exactly why this club runs this town.
Fourteen
Emma
I was halfway through unloading the dishwasher when my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, pulling me momentarily from my thoughts.
I glanced over, wiping my hands on a dish towel as I walked across the room. The screen lit up with a text from an unknown number:
Look outside.
That was it. No name, no explanation. Just two words that sent a thrill of curiosity racing through me.
