I fucking hit him again for having the nerve to think for a second I ever had any intention of turning Madelene over to her father to collect the money. “I’ll split the fee with you if you help me take out that big bastard Donavan,” he says. We all have a lifetime of secrets we’d never reveal. It makes me wonder just how much of himself he’s been hiding. It’s a sinister look, one that doesn’t match his normally chatty, carefree personality. I expect the man to explode out of the chair, but all he does is smile up at me, his perfect white teeth painted red from his busted lip.

Nash doesn’t flinch once when I step in front of him and punch him in the fucking mouth. My lip twitches at the sight of Nash sitting in the fucking rocking chair. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and head to the back porch. The sun starts to set, and with the absence of light inside, the walls seem to close in on me. It seems emptier without her here, but this place was never home to begin with. Mads left the keys in the ignition when we arrived so I climb inside my truck and head back to the shitty little house that has been mine and Madelene’s sanctuary for the last couple of weeks. He certainly isn’t the only asshole that can offer me work. Angel Guerra makes no fucking difference in my life. What’s one more fucking bridge burned? I’ve been setting the motherfuckers on fire since I was a teen. Without a word, I turn around and fucking leave the office. Fired? Like he’s some legit boss in the first fucking place. I stare at him as if he’s suddenly grown two heads. “I will not be lied to, ever,” Angel says. He doesn’t seem satisfied, but he’s not looking like a murder is going to take place in the next five minutes either. I have no idea what she says to the man, but he stops inching forward. She leans closer, pressing her mouth to his ear. The only thing that stops Angel from ripping my head off is Lauren’s hand to his chest. How long have you had her? How far have you fucking taken things with her?” I send you out for a job, and instead of doing what you’re hired to do, you take that fucking girl for yourself. “I’m more concerned about who the fuck you think you are. I’d argue that he only knows what I gave him, but the look in his eyes tells me that may not be accurate. “I wouldn’t give anyone your information either,” Angel says eventually. “What do you know about the guy?” I ask Angel, ignoring Nash.Īngel doesn’t say a word, and despite Lauren looking like she wants to speak, she takes his lead and remains silent. “You actually picked Hollis? Who the fuck would pick a name like that? Of all the fucking names and you-” “You guys aren’t using your real names either, are you?” “That’s not his name?” Nash asks, confused.Īngel and I both scoff at his realization. The flex in Angel’s jaw tells me he’s just as surprised about the turn of events as I am.

Burned by Jordan Marie