My grip tightened around my phone, my imagination already racing ahead of Nicole's words."Nicole, what's going on?" I demanded, pressing my free hand against the sticky bar rail. "Are you okay?"A rustle came through the speaker. Wind. Footsteps, then her voice. "Yeah, but I'm an idiot, Em," she breathed.Before I could answer, Cain appeared beside me. His massive frame completely blocked the neon glare from the fight cage, his presence instantly trapping the air inside my lungs."Speaker," he commanded, his posture turning rigid.I looked up, my pulse stumbling at his sudden proximity. "What?"His expression didn't change. Not even a little bit. "Put her on speaker," he ordered flatly.The command landed low and firm. It wasn't angry, and it damn sure wasn't negotiable; pure dad mode.I sighed and tapped the glass screen. Immediately, Nicole's frantic voice filled the narrow space behind the bar counter."Wait," she sounded horrified. "Is my dad there?""Yes," Cain answered flatly.
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