Page 95 of Unbound

The weapon in my hand, I round Walker’s side to where Caleb’s buddy is trying—unsuccessfully thanks to his vertical challenges—to get up in his face. Neither of these men is expecting to see me either, and they both stop yelling to stare at me, looking a little stupefied at my sudden appearance. I go ahead and take full advantage, stepping between them.

My voice is low and kind of scary as I meet the eyes of the remaining man threatening Walker. “I will ruin your entire life if you don’t turn and walk out of this building right now and never come back.” It’s something I’m very capable of doing, but this guy probably doesn’t know that. I decide to offer him a little more information, just to make sure. “I will drain every bank account you have. I will report earnings to the IRS that don’t exist. I will switch the title for any vehicle you own into someone else’s name and I will cancel the insurance on everything you possess.”

He continues staring at me for another beat before his eyes scan the area around us, quickly landing on where his friend is still rolling around on the floor.

“Oh. I’m also going to do this.” Then I knee him in the nuts too. Just for good measure. He can press charges. I don’t care. I have bail money, and it will be worth every cent.

But I don’t get to revel in his grunts of pain the way I did his buddy’s, because I’m suddenly hauled up by a pair of very strong arms, my body slung across Walker’s chest bridal style as he strides back toward his office, barking out orders to his employees.

He doesn’t even look at me until I’m plopped onto the couch in his office, and then he’s immediately leaning over me, hands on the cushions beside me, expression the hardest I’ve ever seen it. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

It would seem I may have angered Walker McKinley.

I should be scared, because it really took a lot to get here. However, the set of his shoulders and the flare of his nostrils and the heavy push and pull of air moving into his lungs is really hot.

But I don’t want him to be upset with me, so I try to explain. “There was a guy coming up behind you, and⁠—”

“I don’t give a shit if Satan himself is crawling into my skin, you don’t ever fucking put yourself in danger like that again, do you understand me?”

Wow. He’s not just mad. He’s big mad.

And it’s big hot.

“But—”

Walker’s hand comes to my face, curving against the line of my jaw as he holds me in place. “No fucking buts.”

Don’t say it.

Don’t say it.

Don’t say it.

“But—”

I’m cut off again, but this time it’s Trevor interrupting my protest as he flings open the door and storms into the room.

As much as a man with a healing hole in his calf can storm.

“What the fuck’s happened now?” He flails around. “You can’t just go around kicking men in the dick, Sybil.”

“Keep your fucking voice down.” Walker releases me so he can slam the door shut. “No one is supposed to know she’s here.”

“Well that cat’s out of the fucking bag.” Trevor points at where I still sit on the couch. “Because the cat went around trying to ruin our employees’ chances of reproducing.”

“It was a public service.” I slam my lips back together when both men’s eyes cut my way, their expressions unamused.

I don’t give a shit. No fucking way was I letting that prick hurt Walker. Especially when the whole issue is technically because of me.

Lindsey me.

Trevor rakes a hand through his perfectly combed hair, messing it up. “How in the hell am I supposed to handle this?”

“They were threatening Walker.” I shove up from the sofa, waving around the box cutter still clutched in my hand. “I wasn’t just going to hide in here while he got shanked.” I stab a finger at Trevor. “And you know damn well Maren would have done the same thing for you.”

Trevor’s brows lift. His eyes stay on me for a second before sliding to where Walker stands, still looking half ready to throttle me. “Well then.” He turns, going for the door. “I’ll figure something out. You’ve got even bigger problems than I do.” He pauses to shoot Walker a smirk. “At least the worst Maren can do is concuss someone with a baseball bat.” His head tilts my way. “That one could take down the power grid if she was having a bad day.”

Trevor leaves as quickly as he came in, closing the door behind him, the office silent in his wake.