she’d complained on the way over to Sammy’s about her heels hurting.
Two minutes later, Kong walked through the door, followed by one of the men she’d seen him with at the flea market, and Seamus.
His soulless eyes were dark as night and narrowed to slits as he searched the bar for her. His crop of unruly dark hair looked unwashed, and a three day beard shadowed his jaw. Winter blasted through her veins when his empty eyes landed on her.
You can do this.
Careful not to look at her friends, she let her terror show on her face and stood. “What are you doing here?” she hissed out as he approached.
He jammed his finger at her chair and ordered her to “Sit.” Like she was a fucking Doberman. What had she ever seen in him?
Slowly, she lowered herself to the chair. Seamus took his seat and spun it backward, then slammed it down onto the cracked concrete floor. “I bet you thought you were safe from me, didn’t you? I told you I’d find you, you little cunt. You’re mine. That baby is mine—”
“No, she isn’t,” Riley gritted out. “I’m a surrogate, you idiot, just like I’ve told you. I’m having this baby for someone else.”
“Horseshit!” he yelled. Looking around, he lowered his voice. “I came here to get my family back.”
“I’m not your family, Seamus. We’re done. We were done the day you brought that poor man into my apartment and made me a part of murder—”
“And I said I was sorry for that in the letters I sent you from prison.”
“I didn’t read your letters, Seamus! I testified against you. Do you not remember that? How could you not think we’re over when I was the one who worked the hardest to put you behind bars? I’m not yours. I never really was. Please let me go.”
Seamus slammed his palms down on the table and donned an empty smile. Leaning back, he dragged his hands over the smooth metal surface and shook his head. “You still love me.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m not having this argument. I hope you can move on with your life,” she said, standing. “I hope you can try to make up for the harm you’ve done somehow, but I will never, ever be a part of your life again.”
Riley spun on her heal and strode for the hallway that led past the bathroom and to a back exit. Drew’s truck was parked in the back parking lot.
A steely grip clamped around her arm and shoved her backward against a wall. “Don’t you walk away from me again, Ri,” Seamus said, his breath hot against her face.
She whimpered and closed her eyes as she tried to escape his lips. Pushing against him as hard as she could, she jerked her knee upward and caught him in the groin the second his mouth touched hers.
Seamus’s weight disappeared, and he slammed into the opposite wall so hard the sheetrock caved in. Drew was there, hunched in front of her, shifting his weight from side to side with the grace of a panther. His hand was behind him, resting on her stomach, but she was all right. Harper, too, if the ninja-kicks going on in her belly were anything to go by.
“We’re okay,” she murmured, grasping his hand just to feel safe again.
Drew lurched forward so fast he blurred. He caught Seamus around the neck and lifted him off the floor.
“Drew,” Tagan barked out. “Let him go. The police are on their way.
Seamus was struggling now, turning red in the face and making choking sounds, his boots kicking desperately, hitting the wall in a rhythmic clunk, clunk, clunk .
“We took pictures of everything,” Tagan said. “Me, Bruiser, Skyler…three separate camera phones with proof that this asshole followed her across state lines and stalked her to this bar. And Kong has already said he and his men will make statements about how aggressively he was looking for Riley. He’s going back to jail where he can’t hurt her. Drop him.”
“Drew,” Riley murmured, sliding a hand up his tensed back. “Let him go. Let the police have
Two minutes later, Kong walked through the door, followed by one of the men she’d seen him with at the flea market, and Seamus.
His soulless eyes were dark as night and narrowed to slits as he searched the bar for her. His crop of unruly dark hair looked unwashed, and a three day beard shadowed his jaw. Winter blasted through her veins when his empty eyes landed on her.
You can do this.
Careful not to look at her friends, she let her terror show on her face and stood. “What are you doing here?” she hissed out as he approached.
He jammed his finger at her chair and ordered her to “Sit.” Like she was a fucking Doberman. What had she ever seen in him?
Slowly, she lowered herself to the chair. Seamus took his seat and spun it backward, then slammed it down onto the cracked concrete floor. “I bet you thought you were safe from me, didn’t you? I told you I’d find you, you little cunt. You’re mine. That baby is mine—”
“No, she isn’t,” Riley gritted out. “I’m a surrogate, you idiot, just like I’ve told you. I’m having this baby for someone else.”
“Horseshit!” he yelled. Looking around, he lowered his voice. “I came here to get my family back.”
“I’m not your family, Seamus. We’re done. We were done the day you brought that poor man into my apartment and made me a part of murder—”
“And I said I was sorry for that in the letters I sent you from prison.”
“I didn’t read your letters, Seamus! I testified against you. Do you not remember that? How could you not think we’re over when I was the one who worked the hardest to put you behind bars? I’m not yours. I never really was. Please let me go.”
Seamus slammed his palms down on the table and donned an empty smile. Leaning back, he dragged his hands over the smooth metal surface and shook his head. “You still love me.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m not having this argument. I hope you can move on with your life,” she said, standing. “I hope you can try to make up for the harm you’ve done somehow, but I will never, ever be a part of your life again.”
Riley spun on her heal and strode for the hallway that led past the bathroom and to a back exit. Drew’s truck was parked in the back parking lot.
A steely grip clamped around her arm and shoved her backward against a wall. “Don’t you walk away from me again, Ri,” Seamus said, his breath hot against her face.
She whimpered and closed her eyes as she tried to escape his lips. Pushing against him as hard as she could, she jerked her knee upward and caught him in the groin the second his mouth touched hers.
Seamus’s weight disappeared, and he slammed into the opposite wall so hard the sheetrock caved in. Drew was there, hunched in front of her, shifting his weight from side to side with the grace of a panther. His hand was behind him, resting on her stomach, but she was all right. Harper, too, if the ninja-kicks going on in her belly were anything to go by.
“We’re okay,” she murmured, grasping his hand just to feel safe again.
Drew lurched forward so fast he blurred. He caught Seamus around the neck and lifted him off the floor.
“Drew,” Tagan barked out. “Let him go. The police are on their way.
Seamus was struggling now, turning red in the face and making choking sounds, his boots kicking desperately, hitting the wall in a rhythmic clunk, clunk, clunk .
“We took pictures of everything,” Tagan said. “Me, Bruiser, Skyler…three separate camera phones with proof that this asshole followed her across state lines and stalked her to this bar. And Kong has already said he and his men will make statements about how aggressively he was looking for Riley. He’s going back to jail where he can’t hurt her. Drop him.”
“Drew,” Riley murmured, sliding a hand up his tensed back. “Let him go. Let the police have
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