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MIAI decide I need clothes.Not because Black Reign doesn't have anything I can wear. Rhett made sure I had everything I needed the moment I arrived, and there are already more clothes in the room he gave me than I know what to do with. I just want something I picked for myself instead of something chosen because I was somebody's betrayed wife.By the time I find Rhett in the clubhouse, I've already decided I'm going out.“I need to get a few things.”He looks up from the papers spread across the table. “What things?”“Clothes. Toiletries. Shoes. Pads. Maybe a few other things I didn't think about when I left.”His eyes move over me. “You have clothes.”“I know.”“Then what are you missing?”I give him a pointed look. “Rhett.”The corner of his mouth lifts before he reaches for his phone.“Send Dane with Mia.”I stare at him. “You don't have to send anyone with me, I can take care of myself.”“I know.”“Then why are you?”“Because I'm responsible for keeping you alive.”“I've managed

MIAI look at Cole and slowly shake my head, hardly able to believe what he is doing.“You’re just the same as him.”Cole's face changes, but before he can answer, I turn toward the exit. I need to get outside. I need to find Dane before this situation gets any worse, because the last thing I want is to stand in the middle of a crowded store and face Saint after everything that happened between us.I barely make it two steps before a familiar voice stops me.“Mia.”My entire body freezes.I know that voice. For three years, Saint’s voice has been part of every ordinary moment of my life. Now it makes my stomach twist.I stand there for several seconds before forcing myself to turn around.Saint is standing several feet away, and the sight of him makes my chest tighten. His black shirt is wrinkled around the shoulders, his sleeves are pushed up his forearms, and his dark hair looks as though he has been running his hands through it. Shadows sit beneath his eyes, and the tension in his

MIASaint's silence tells me everything I need to know.I let out a short, humorless laugh and shake my head. “Thought as much.”I turn away from him, gripping the shopping bags in my hands as I start toward the exit. I've heard enough. Whatever explanation he might eventually come up with, I no longer have the patience to stand here and listen to him rearrange the truth until it suits him.“Mia.” he calls out behind me.But I keep walking.“I accept that I hurt you, but Rhett is no good man.”My steps slow, and I stop just short of the doors. My fingers tighten around the bag handles until the paper begins to crease, but I refuse to turn around. Saint has already done enough damage to my life. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words can still affect me.“Believe me when I tell you that Rhett is far more dangerous than he lets people see,” he continues. “He might be showing you his sweeter side now, making you feel protected and giving you the impression that

MIA“If you don't take your hands off her right now, Saint, I swear you'll spend the rest of your life wishing you still had the use of them.”Rhett's voice cuts through the store, and for a moment, nobody seems willing to move. His eyes remain fixed on Saint's hand wrapped around my arm, his expression so cold that I feel the tension in the air before I even look at his face properly.I've seen Rhett angry before, or at least I thought I had. But this is different. There is nothing loud or careless about his anger. He stands perfectly still, his shoulders relaxed, his hands hanging loosely at his sides.Somehow, that frightens me more than if he had stormed across the store swinging his fists.Saint releases my arm.He does it slowly, almost reluctantly, and I immediately pull away from him. My skin aches where his fingers dug into it, but I don't rub the spot or look down so I won't look shaken."There's no need to make a scene," Saint says, straightening his shoulders. His voice is

RHETT “I’m on my way.”I end the call and toss the phone onto the desk. Less than five minutes later, the door opens, and Dane steps inside. He's my VP and my most trusted man. His eyes move from my face to the fresh mark on the wall before returning to me.“You want to tell me what happened to the wall, or should I pretend I didn't see it?”“Pretend you didn't see it.”He nods solemnly. “Got it. The wall attacked first.”I give him a flat look.“Right. Serious business.” He shuts the door behind him and takes the chair opposite my desk. “What do you need?”I lean forward, resting my forearms on the desk. “I want a complete review of every outstanding supply agreement between Black Reign and Night Saints. Every distribution contract, every shared warehouse arrangement, every shipment we've been handling for them. I want to know which of their businesses depend on our network and exactly how much money we're making them.”Dane's expression sharpens. “You want to pull their contracts?”