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Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4)(94)
Author: Kristen Ashley

“How did I get an alarm system?” I asked, then kept questioning. “And when?”

“You got it ’cause I had it put in. And you got it while you were in Paris.”

“I... what... why?”

He tugged on my hand, my arm jerked in the socket and I fell the step toward him that separated us.

Then he bent only his neck to stare down at me from his superior height, doing this still ticked way the hell off and keeping hold of my hand.

And staring into his infuriated eyes, feeling the stretch of the muscles in my arm that lingered after his pull, not painful, but still, I realized I was not astonished I had a security system. I was also not pissed at the way he was treating me.

I was scared.

I was scared because he was scary.

I was scared because Logan was gone. There was no trace of him.

This man was High.

And he was terrifying.

“ ’Cause I fuckin’ told you you got windows in your doors and that shit’s unsafe,” he ground out.

I shifted away from him, pulling at my hand but failing to get free.

“Let me go, Logan,” I said carefully.

“High, brother, calm down,” Tack ordered from the direction of the hall.

Logan ignored me and Tack.

“I didn’t arm the alarm once you got it because you didn’t know you had it and I didn’t want you or Dot settin’ it off. Now you know,” he stated. “And now you fuckin’ use it, Millie. Any time you leave, I don’t give a shit you’re walkin’ next door for a cup of sugar. And any time you’re home. Do you get me?”

I again tugged at my hand. “You need to let me go.”

He moved forward and I scuttled back until I hit wall and Logan held me there with the bulk of his body and the intensity of his rage.

“Brother,” a voice I didn’t know called, and I felt Chaos moving in all around Logan and me in my foyer.

But I didn’t tear my eyes from him and he didn’t tear his from me.

“You know that shit doesn’t happen to old ladies,” Logan snarled.

“Logan, you’re scaring me,” I whispered.

He dropped his face farther so our noses were nearly brushing. “You know, Millie. You fuckin’ know that shit doesn’t happen to old ladies. And if it does, the first fuckin’ thing you do is tell your old man.”

His tone was deteriorating to abrasive, scratching at my skin.

“Logan—”

“You had a man in this house that was enemy to Chaos, a fuckin’ gun pointed at you, and you didn’t tell your old man.”

Oh shit.

How could I forget about my visit from Benito Valenzuela?

I stared into Logan’s livid eyes and did it knowing he was right.

That shit didn’t happen.

But in the highly unlikely event it did, an old lady, or anyone associated with the Club who had the protection of Chaos, went right to their old man or someone in the Club.

I’d done the latter.

But I was Logan’s.

Going to Tack was unacceptable.

It was Logan I should have told.

“I told Tack,” I informed him of what he now knew.

“You’re not takin’ Tack’s cock,” he growled.

“High, cool off and back off,” I heard, and that was Big Petey.

I heard it but I didn’t process it.

I was busy dealing with Logan’s words pinging around in my head.

And as they did, I wasn’t afraid of him.

I remembered the many reasons in this scenario I was pissed like fuck at him.

So I retorted sharply, “I wasn’t your old lady then.”

“You’ve always been my old lady,” he bit back.

This was true.

Whatever.

“You are very aware that it’s more complicated than that, Logan Judd,” I snapped.

“I am. Very aware, Millie. And I’m very aware that I had two fuckin’ days in this house with you and you didn’t say a goddamned word.”

This was also true.

Shit!

“Other things, things that were extremely important, I’ll note, were taking my attention,” I pointed out.

“Yeah. They were. But instead of you bawlin’ your eyes out last night ’cause some bitch who doesn’t even fuckin’ exist bit it on TV, you coulda been tellin’ me you’d had a gun pointed at you.”

He was right again!

Shit!

“I told Tack,” I repeated.

“And Tack is not me,” he fired back.

“Logan—”

He moved in even closer and I snapped my mouth shut.

“You did wrong,” he whispered menacingly. “And you know it.”

I was not going to be menaced.

“You’re right,” I retorted. “Absolutely, one hundred percent right. I did wrong. I should have told you. I thought about it but other things kept coming up. Then, I don’t know how, maybe it was having the love of my life back in my life, I forgot about it. But bottom line, I was wrong. That doesn’t negate the fact that now you’re doing wrong by storming in here, barking at me, dragging me around, and attempting to intimidate me.”

“Men broke into my woman’s house, threatened her, held a gun to her, and she didn’t tell me that shit,” he returned.

I knew that couldn’t stand. I knew with any of these men that was intolerable.

But the fact remained, I was unaware at the time I was his woman.

“You need to dig deep, Logan, and remember where we were when that happened regardless of where we are now, where we’ve discovered only in the last two days we’ve always been...” I rolled up on my toes so our noses actually brushed, and finished, “And cut me some slack.”

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