“Natalie, he’s said some heinous shit about you. “Eeeeyyyyy!” Baldy called out from his perch on the couch. “Come on,” I muttered, making a beeline for the door. You can buy a fucking country! The chopper can take us directly to the airport. Some other emotion I couldn’t quite read slipped through her gaze. Would she be able to stop Chloe before my bodyguard finished the job? Tyler sighed and returned to the bar to pour himself another drink—twice as much this time. “Why did I go after Natalie?” Tyler asked, repeating the question as if it was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. The swollen, bloody nose helped sell the pitiful act. Then, the moment passed as she brushed me aside and slashed behind me with her foot, and I heard a loud crash as something hit the floor. Natalie reached out with a trembling hand to run her fingers through his hair.
