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“You’ve got thirty seconds to get that water gun out of an said in a deceptively tranquil voice Shit He wasn’t going to hold back for long

Daan

Scott seethed He’d do it He’d shoot Logan right there if he really believed he was protecting his baby sister

Diffusing this ticking boan’s club didn’t want circulated But what alternative did she have? Logan’s dead body on her stoop? Scott in jail for the rest of his life?

She shuddered

“Scott,” she said as though talking to a frightened animal “I lied to you about what happened to me I wasn’t assaulted by a boyfriend”

“Ahh, fuck,” Logan said as clarity must have set in She’d never informed him of the tale she’d woven for her faht

“Don’t defend this biker piece of shit, sis,” Scott said, but he’d lost some of his vehemence

“I’ anyone, trust o anywhere near hirave I’ you the truth”

His shoulder relaxed a hint Had he lowered the weapon? She couldn’t see a da?

“Can we please go inside now? I pro to you, but we need to get off the porch before someone sees you and calls the cops” She poked her head around him and this time he let her “Please?”

“Fine,” Scott said The gun lowered and Chloe blew out a long breath

Logan kept his hands at shoulder level

“But I’ her the gun

With a painful s, Chloe aze His blue eyes had darkened to the shade of the sky seconds before a hurricane A barely perceptible dip of his chin was all she got It was enough for her He had her full trust to run this show and keep all three of them safe “That’s fine”

The hand at her waist finally released her clothing Chloe iround out, catching her by the back of her sweatshirt “You’re staying away from him until I’m satisfied with this situation”

Jerking out of his hold, Chloe scowled at her unreasonable brother Enough was enough “Will you stop grabbing h, she smoothed her shirt then shoved her brother toward the open door “Get inside”