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“Yes. I knew she did when I married her.”

“I feel like I’m growing a vagina,” Kenzo mutters.

Atlas ignores him. “Does your kid love her?”

“He’s fucking around on her.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

I rub my hands over my face.

“The way I see it, you need to change your approach to it. You’re trying to make her forget her boy, right?”

“He’s not her boy,” I grit out at Kenzo, who smirks. Motherfucker is just trying to get a rise out of me.

“What I’m saying is, stop trying to make her forget about him and make her think of you instead. And not in the million ways she wants to kill you. Show her the perks of being your wife. You’ve gotta give her more than an eight-inch reason to stay.”

I pull my gun and point it at him. “I’m thinking Trix would make an amazing single mom. Right now, I’d really be doing her a favor.”

“Now that’s not very nice. Daaad, Pete’s being mean to me.”

“One of these days, Kenzo, I’ll let him shoot you just to give me some fucking peace and quiet.” He looks at me and stands up. “You can’t shoot him today. I need him to look into Starling.” I move my gun to point at Atlas. “Calm the fuck down,” he barks at me.

Reluctantly, I lower my gun, but I don’t take my finger off the trigger.

“We need to know more about her for reasons like this. Where would she go? Who would she turn to? You also need to know what you’re up against because that razor blade in Kenzo’s hand says it’s more than what you know.”

He’s right. I know he is. I just don’t like it.

“We check out everyone connected to us. We only let this shit slide because Abbot and Starling were minors, and I thought you’d keep separate from our world.”

“And that brings us back to the whole eight inches thing.” Kenzo laughs.

I’m considering getting up and shoving the corkscrew on the bar counter into his eyeball when I hear the front door open.

I yank my phone out and check the front camera. There is a car pulling away that isn’t familiar, and I make a note to send the plates to Kenzo to check later as I get up and rush out of the den. I freeze when I see Starling standing in the kitchen, watching me with an unreadable expression on her face.

There are a million things I want to say and a dozen more I want to do, but I settle on one. I storm across the room, wrap my arm around her, and slam my mouth down over hers.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Starling

Ilose myself for a moment, surprised by his reaction, before I yank myself free and stumble backward.

“Starling,” he warns me. When he takes another step forward, I back up.

Movement over his shoulder draws my attention. Two well-dressed men stand watching me like I’m some interesting bug they’d like to dissect. I shiver and look away. Seems crazy loves company.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

I blink and look up at him. “Why do you care?”

“Answer me,” he bellows.

I’m about to reach my bullshit limit, finally. “Fuck you, Hudson,” I spit.

He’s on me before I can move, pinning me to the wall, executing his favorite move.