“At least we can agree on something,” I said flatly, pulling the weapon away from him, not missing the short breath of relief from his body.
“I thought that bat was lost forever,” he said after a few moments of silence.
I frowned, inspecting it casually, like I hadn’t looked at the thing countless times before. His father’s blood wasn’t the only blood staining the wood.
“Just stored in the FBI evidence room,” I said with a shrug, brushing off memories of a different time, a different life, a different Dean.
The front door opened down the hall, and I expected heavy footsteps—not the clicking of heels.
I sighed. She was going to kill me.
“Baby girl,” I called, twisting my neck just in time to see her emerge in the doorway.
She was a goddamn vision, dressed in tight—I meantight—light blue jeans, the fabric stretching over the valleys and dips of her luscious curves, thigh high black boots that made my cock twitch, and a black V-neck that showed a teasing hint of her tempting chest. Those curls I loved so much were pulled halfway back, the rest falling past her shoulders. Her blue eyes were burning a hole into my soul, and fuck, it felt so good. She crossedthe space, yanking the bat out of my grasp, my fingers releasing it giving her the power.
“The next time you leave me out of the loop, Dean Connors, I will shove this bat up your ass,” she hissed, getting in my face, baring her white teeth.
“Yes ma’am,” I said with a grin. That earned me an eye roll.
Did I take her threat seriously? Nope.
Should I? Probably.
She brushed past me, lifting the bat up over her shoulder, eyeing the man in the chair. Before I could stop her, she swung, letting out a frustrated shout, as the bat slammed against one of Kevin’s knees.
He howled in pain, the tendons in his neck stretching as his head flew back, the sound of crunching bone and cartilage ringing in my ears.“Fuck!"
She let out a little growl and prepared herself for another swing.
Jesus.
She was going to kill him.
I moved, my arm snatching her by the waist, both of us ignoring Kevin’s screams. She struggled against my body, the bat falling to the floor, but I held her steady, needing her to get her anger in check. This woman was prepared to kill the fucker before we got through questioning him.
She was acting like James.
“Where the fuck are they?” she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls as she kicked her legs trying to break free of me.
Kevin looked at her in horror, his green eyes wide with shock and filled with moisture due to the pain. “Gwen?”
James walked into the room, quickly took in the scene, and looked at the ceiling for a moment, his scruffy jaw tense with irritation. I almost smiled at that. Almost.
There was the man I knew.
Jer followed in a second later with a scowl, his dark eyes finding Gwen in my arms. “Seriously, G?” he asked with a raised brow as he tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans.
Kevin was still staring at her in disbelief, his leg shaking in pain, the tears now free falling from his face. I couldn’t blame him; that shit looked painful.
“Answer me! Where are my fucking friends?” my lover shouted at him. James’ eyes flicked to mine for a second.
“I thought I was one of them!” Kevin cried.
She stopped moving then, frozen in place. “Let me go, Dean,” she demanded as I tried to process an old, but familiar anger rising up inside me. Kevin wasnother friend—just like Collin. My jaw tightened.
They used her. Betrayed her.
He was no friend of hers, and it was decided then that the next time similar words fell from his weak mouth, I would be breaking that jaw.
