Savage Stalkers (Masked Men #9)

Kain

I slam the front door hard enough to rattle the frame. My jaw aches from clenching it the entire way home, and my hands are still curled into fists at my sides. My boots hit the floor harder than necessary as I stride through the apartment.

The girl is hot, yes, but Silas isn’t ready for what this will entail. I made the call to follow her, to be the prick who steps in first—someone had to.

Silas knew exactly what I was doing, and that’s why he came to watch. He doesn’t trust me with her, for good reason.