Chapter 75
JAKE
Anote. She left me a fucking note like I'm some kind of boyfriend and not a man who swore to protect her.
I read it twice, my jaw working. She didn't tell me to my face. She left me a fucking note. I turn to the screen, watching the feed Mason rigged in the bar. Only the fact that she’s laughing with her friend and obviously happy—and that Luke’s in the parking lot—keeps me from going into a cold rampage.
Part of me wants to drag her back here by her hair. The other part—the part that loves her—recognizes what she's doing. She's testing whether I trust her or if I'm the kind of man who chains her down.
She's about to find out I'm both.
I pull out my phone and text Luke.
Update?
Riot
She's inside the Rusty Spur with Lily Carter.
Got eyes on Turner. No movement. Hasn’t gone near Emma.
If he so much as looks at her wrong, I’ll move.
I exhale. Good. That's what I needed to hear. Because, given how I feel, I’m liable to take Turner out and then take Emma over my knees.
She wouldn’t like that.
And I don’t like that I’m hanging on to my control by a thread.