Unbearable: Russet Falls Series by W.H. Vega

was a
coincidence.
    He also took some satisfaction from the fact that he was
probably right about the bears and Gabby from the beginning.
    He glanced over at Gabby, who looked like she was ready to
push open the passenger door and roll out onto the pavement.
    Not good.
    She clearly wasn’t happy that he had lied about going to the
police station and was now taking her back to the office against her will.
    Too fucking bad.
    He pulled into the parking lot and whipped the car
haphazardly into a spot.
    Gabby exploded. “I’m not going in there!” she raged,
crossing her arms across her chest like a child.
    He didn’t have time for this shit. He needed to get her
inside before another possible attack. With her now on the grounds, who knew
what the hell was going to happen.
    “Then I’m going to drag your ass of out this car, and I
don’t care if you kick and scream.” He got out, slammed his door and walked
around to her side before yanking the door open. “Are you coming?” he snapped.
    “This is bullshit!” she hissed. “I could have you arrested
for kidnapping.”
    “Sure, you could do that. But if you get killed before then,
it’s not going to make a damn difference, is it?”
    Gabby muttered something about an egotistical asshole, but
she got out of the car and stomped after Zane as he climbed the hill towards
the office.
    “What is going on?” Michael demanded, stepping out into the
foyer as he sized up the situation.
    “We need to talk,” Zane said. “Alone,” he added, not wanting
to say anything in front of Gabby.
    Michael nodded, and Zane knew he probably glimpsed enough
from his own thoughts.
    “Upstairs,” Michael said, before disappearing into his
office.
    “Follow me,” Zane said, moving towards the steps.
    Gabby stayed root in her spot. “What? And go upstairs? I
don’t think so. How do I know you aren’t going to rape me or something?”
    “Really?” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this,
Gabby. Let’s go.”
    “And then what? Why the hell am I here?”
    “I told you,” he snapped, “It’s for your own damn
protection! Now stop being such a pain in the ass and get upstairs.”
    “I am not some child you can order around,” she lashed out,
but she went up the stairs, regardless.
    Zane strode down the upstairs hallway, and he nearly growled
at the scent which filled his nostrils. Gabby turned to stare at him.
    Shit. He was too close to exposing his bear. He needed to
get a fucking grip.
    “Is something wrong?”
    “Everything is fine,” he said through gritted teeth. Michael
could have at least given him a fucking warning.
    He pushed the second door on the right open and prepared
himself.
    There, pacing near the back of the room, was Alicia.
    His ex-fiancé.
    The woman who had smashed his heart into a million tiny pieces.
    “Zane!” she exclaimed, clearly surprised by his presence.
    “Alicia,” he said tightly.
    The awkward exchange wasn’t lost on Gabby as she looked from
Alicia to Zane. Grayson was also there, along with Quentin. Mick, another
member of the clan was there, too. Zane didn’t care much for Mick, mostly
because he seemed to be up Grayson’s ass all the time.
    “What’s going on?” Quentin asked, striding over to Gabby.
    “I can’t talk about it,” Zane said, hating how cryptic he sounded.
    “Okay, no prob. What do you need from us?”
    At least Quentin wasn’t a dick.
    “I need you guys to keep her safe while I go talk to
Michael.”
    “I’m right here,” Gabby interrupted. “I can hear you.”
    “I know,” Zane said, irritated, and he didn’t miss Alicia
raising her eyebrows.
    “And my name is Gabby,” she added, her voice dripping with
annoyance.
    “Wait,” Grayson said slowly, looking Gabby over carefully.
“Is she-”
    “Yes,” Zane cut him off sharply.
    “Did something else-’’ Grayson started, but the look Zane
gave him caused him to shut up immediately.
    “I’ll be back,” Zane said “And don’t let