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Page 187 of All For You Duet

“When.” His smile shines through my soul. “When I get on one knee, what will you say?”

“Do you want an answer now?” His sky eyes, I can fly in them. “Or should I wait?”

“We’ve waited long enough.” His hand cups my cheek. “I want to know—”

“Where is he!” The sudden shout makes me jump. “Where is he!”

Redix snaps his neck around. I glance past his shoulder.

Gentry Evans is charging our way with a black BMW with tinted windows idling at the curb.

That curb.

The same one he, TJ, and Derek attacked us from.

“I know you did something, you crazy bitch.” Spittle drips from Gentry’s thin lips along with his fury. “Where is TJ?”

I charge past Redix, protecting him and aiming right into Gentry’s wrath. My forearm snaps up to Gentry’s neck.

“You better back the fuck down, Senator.” Out of my right side-eye, the crowd that gathered for me and Redix is witnessing this too.

Who should fear this more?

Me or Gentry?

“I know it was you.” From the look in Gentry’s eyes, he’s barely hanging on to his sanity. “I know you did something to TJ.”

“Back off her,”—Redix seethes while he reaches around me and shoves Gentry’s shoulder— “or I swear I’ll fucking kill you this time.”

“She did the killing.” Gentry drops that truth bomb, and it explodes my world apart. “Did she tell you that, pretty boy? What she did for you?”

“Get out of here,” I snarl. “You’re fucking crazy. And you’re making a career-ending scene.”

The only thing more powerful than Gentry’s fury is his ego, his need for a clean reputation. He’s filthy as fuck, but only Redix and I know just how much.

Gentry glances at the crowd, at phone screens in the air. He yanks at his golf shirt, smoothing its wrinkles before looking back our way.

“This isn’t over.” He lowers his voice. “I know what you did to TJ, and I’ll destroy you for it.”

I step to him, nose to nose.

“And I’ll take you down with me, Motherfucker—to the gates of hell we go. I don’t know what happened to TJ, but I know you have Pamela. And I know you have Cam Le. And I know you’re hiding Derek. And I will rip your fucking world apart to find them.”

The eerie peace that floods Gentry’s eyes; it shakes my core. But I won’t show it.

“Leave,” Redix growls at him, “or I’ll rip you apart myself.”

“Don’t get too comfortable here, pretty boy.” Gentry steps back. “Y’all play house all you want. Just know”—his sneer takes me back ten years, and I want to scream at its return—“you’re playing house with a murderer now.”

He turns and slithers back to his car.

And my soul weeps. I know what just happened, and I can’t face it.

“Cade.” But his grip turns me around, and I make myself look Redix in the eyes.

He stares back at me and he’s never looked at me this way.

All I’ve ever seen in his eyes is love, laughter, passion… or pain.




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