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He whispered a soft good-bye and told me he would be back as soon as he could He also re-ness, would be right outside etting to me while I couldn’t move That, of course, was easier said than done

He was gone andsmile for her but couldn’t pull ed on her hand when she picked mine up and demanded, “How bad is my hair—really?”

Her quick intake of breath was all the answer I needed I hoped when Race finally did unearth ot a minute alone hoever it was and some scissors Payback was a bitch

Chapter 16

Race

I WAS GETTING FRUSTRATED, and as a result I was getting careless It was Saturday night; I was tired and I was sick of no one having any of the answers I needed I was pissed off that Booker had been the one to take Brysen to the location I had secured for her and Karsen The doctors at the hospital had kept her under observation for three full days, but she was out of the danger zone now, and the only lasting effects of the fall were a dull headache and a terrible haircut I wanted to be with her, but between fight night happening on Friday and the burning need to find whoever it was that was terrorizing her, all I had ed was a few quick visits and a few rushed phone calls It made me feel like an asshole, but her safety waselse I should be the one taking her ho her to safety—not Booker It sucked that I had other things I had to take care of So here I was, back at a university party This time, Bax ith erous because I wasn’t here to get paid I was here for information

I was on the back deck, the saed Brysen across what felt like a lifetie kids obviously hadn’t gotten any smarter The one I picked to shake doas friends with the frat guy who had pulled the gun on me and subsequently ended up with a broken neck When I hauled his drunken, struggling ass through the party crowd to so production of callingto posture like he was so shot The un pulled on ant to have any kind of redee qualities as far as I could tell When he took a sloppy swing at me, my paper-thin patience shredded

Now I had the frat guy on his back with my knee firmly planted in the center of his chest I had my forearm braced across his throat while he clawed atin and out as he struggled for air, but I refused to lessen ed out in his face and his skin was turning a sickly shade of blue, but I had no intention of letting him up

“If he passes out he won’t be able to tell you anything”

Bax sounded bored but he was right, so I lifted up uy in thethud that iht red blood coating his teeth and his chin I round as hard as it could into his breastbone as I clirunted and spit out a mouthful of blood

“What do you want, Hart money”