angry. Much to my displeasure, I realize he took my gun with him.
I don’t know how I knew she was up to no good, but I had a feeling when Marcus called me to tell me she had left the resort. At first, I thought she was seeing that little shit again. I still need to pay him a visit because, apparently, my first visit didn’t leave a lasting impression.
When I called her and she didn’t answer, it only threw up even more red flags for me. I had no idea where she was, and when she turned off her phone to purposely remain hidden, it scared the absolute shit out of me. Anything could’ve happened to her. With the way things are going with the rest of the guys, there is no telling what they will do if they run into her.
She is staying at the resort with me for a reason. I need her close, so I can protect her and have eyes on her at all times. Hearing she was at the club at the same time Vincent was nearly gave me a heart attack. In hindsight, I probably should’ve told her they were here, but this is what I was trying to avoid—her interference. I am trying to get to the bottom of this, and I am doing everything I can to protect her from them without raising any red flags, but if she keeps intervening, I won’t be able to help her.
I broke everything down for the guys today. They have been cut from Kings. All of them. Including Marcus. He understood my decision and even stood by it. Trent was upset, just like the pussy he is, but it was Zach’s and Vincent’s reaction I was waiting for. Because they relied on me for so long, pulling the rug out from under them would kill them. It would make them angry.
And in their anger, I needed to see if they went after my girl because, if they did…if they so much as tried to lay a finger on her? Brothers or not, I’d kill them both. I’d kill them all for her, and of course, she was fucking everything up.
Earlier, I had one of our security guys escort her to the car where Dan was instructed to give her a ride back to the penthouse. He was under strict instructions to stay with her and keep her in his sight at all times.
I rake a frustrated hand through my hair, my back screaming with fatigue, as I now head back to the penthouse. Back to Mackenzie.
A fucking gun.
She had a fucking gun.
If she had been caught by anyone else with it, everything I’ve been working toward giving her would’ve been ruined. She would’ve ruined everything.
How long has she had it, and most importantly, where the fuck did she get it? It’s small, a simple .22 caliber pistol. I’m sure it was easy enough for her to get, but I know there’s no way she obtained it legally. My lips thin as Jack comes to mind. He’s the only idiot she’s friends with who would be stupid enough to give her a weapon.
When I step over the threshold into the penthouse, I’m not all that surprised when I see her. She’s freshly showered, sitting on the couch, a glare painted across her gorgeous face. A spark of anger ignites in my chest. As if she has any right to be angry right now. Especially after I just saved her ass.
“I knew I couldn’t trust you.” Her voice is laced with venom, as she glares at me with a look of disgust in her eyes. I shed my jacket, keeping my face impassive, even while I’m raging inside at her words. She’s held such a mistrust for me, it should’ve turned me off her.
It’s done the exact opposite.
Her anger has done things to me that I shouldn’t be feeling in such a serious moment like this. That’ll have to wait for another time. I need to get this situation handled quickly.
“You don’t know shit.”
She jerks back at the ice in my tone. I’ve let Mackenzie wallow in her anger and sadness for far too long, but that shit stops now. If she wanted all those things she talked about needing in order to be happy, the other night, she had better listen and listen good. I can only do so much. I can only make so much happen. If she keeps going down this road, trying