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“Shut up,” I growl, dropping my head and taking a deep breath to calm me. He laughs, and my head shoots up as I level a glare at him.

“No, I’m not going to stop. Do you know how much you would break her poor heart if she knew that you were with someone new?”

I shake my head, keeping my glare trained on him. I really just need to know who he hired to kill Ali, and then I can leave. “No, it wouldn’t because she’s dead. You killed her, remember? You just couldn’t let her go, and even now, you’re still obsessed with her.”

He leans back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. “I don’t know. I guess looking at sweet, sweet Ali, I can understand how you moved on. Maybe I’ll try and get me some of that.”

I lunge forward, and the guard behind me puts a hand on my shoulder. Gritting my teeth, I release a breath and shrug him off as I sink back down. Ian laughs. “You won’t ever fucking touch her.”

The smile slides off his face, and he leans forward, getting close to the glass as he looks me straight in the eye. “You’re right. I won’t and neither will you because you’re going to pay for everything you did. You took my beautiful Sophia away from me, and now I’m going to take Ali. It’s just a shame I don’t get to test drive her before I crash her into a pole.”

Rage simmers just under my skin, and I toss the phone down, kicking my chair back as I stand. I’ve heard enough. Turning to the guard, he opens the door, and as I leave the room, I can still hear Ian’s laughter. My only regret is that I can’t be the one to choke the life out of him. But knowing that very soon he’ll be six feet under eases that desire slightly.

As I stomp back out to my bike, I try to calm myself down because I feel like I could rip someone apart with my hands right now, and I don’t want to go back to Ali like this. Fuzz jumps off his bike when he sees me coming, quiet as he studies my face.

“How did it go?”

“He confirmed it.”

Fuzz watches me for another moment before nodding. “My guy should be here any minute. You sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“What are you? A chick? No, I don’t want to fucking talk about it,” I snap at him and instantly feel bad about it. Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean back against the bike and just stare at the prison, trying to get my anger under control.

“Sorry, man,” I mutter a moment later.

“Don’t worry about it. I can’t even imagine how I would react after talking to my fiancée’s murderer. Yell all you want. Hell, I might even let you hit me.”

I snort a laugh and shake my head. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“Bullshit.”

A guard crossing the lot to us interrupts us, and Fuzz climbs off his bike and meets him, shaking his hand. He slips a piece of paper into his pocket, and they both walk over to me.

“Hey, thanks for this,” I say, extending my hand, and he nods, shaking it.

“Fuzz told me about what happened, and I’m of the thinking that some people never need to leave this place. I’ll get this where it needs to go,” he says, patting his pocket, and I nod, standing up straight. “Besides, I’ve spent the last six years listening to that fucker boast about what he did to your girl. I’d stick a shank in his neck myself if I could.”

“Thanks, man,” I tell him, my face burning with the knowledge that Ian’s spent the last six years proudly telling everyone in there what he’s done. Fuzz pulls him off to the side and says something to him but I’m not paying attention, ready to get out of here. All I want to do is get back to my girl and forget about this shit-tastic day.

* * * *

My phone rings, rattling around on the table next to the bed, and I untangle myself from Ali, scooping it up as I pull some jeans on and slip out into the hallway.

“Hello?”

“You have received a collect call from,” an automated voice says, cutting out when Henn says his name, “at Dixon Correctional Institute. Do you accept these charges?”

“Yes.”

It rings once more before connecting to the other line.

“Storm?” Henn asks.

“Yeah, I’m here. Thanks for getting back to me, Brother.” I lean back against the wall and run my hand over my face. I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and I’m not sure that I will until this is over.

“Don’t mention it. Shelby filled me in on what’s going on.”