Finding Mayhem

by Layla Frost

“She’s not mine,” I said firmly, answering Judge’s earlier question and everyone else’s silent one. “She was Danes’ housekeeper.” Before I knew what was happening, Glitch closed in on her, making Katarzyna let out a squeak as she backed up. She would’ve tumbled over the back of the couch if Glitch hadn’t grabbed her waist. “Whoa, brother.” I gripped his shoulder and tried to shift him from the terrified woman, but there was no moving him. No pulling his focus from her. His voice was soft. Gentle even. But there was barely concealed rage in his question when he asked, “How bad did he hurt you?” Our eyes shot to Katarzyna, whose face flushed as she shook her head. “He didn’t.” “Bullshit. Mrs. Danes told me. Begged me to make sure you got away safely.” Even as she tried to shrink in on herself again, her expression softened at that little crumb of consideration. “Why didn’t you give me a heads-up?” I asked Glitch, thinking how lucky it was I’d impulsively taken her with me. And working hard not to think about what could’ve happened had I left her behind. “Called and texted twenty fuckin’ times,” Glitch bit out, not looking away from Katarzyna. I pulled out my cell and saw he was wrong. Between calls and texts, it’d been closer to thirty. “Fuck, this is why we don’t change plans like this,” Judge said, though he didn’t look pissed. Just worried. When Kathy Danes had hired us for security, it hadn’t been a regular job. She’d wanted surveillance proof of her husband’s cheating. ...