bail out my parents.” Shaking her head, she turned to leave the room, but he was too fast for her and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him.
“It’s not what I think. Hell, it’s not what Landy thinks. But it’s what it looks like.”
“Not if you know the facts. My brother-in-law bailed them out. He paid off the debts and set them up with an income. He took over managing everything for them. Something I should have done. Something I should have saved them from.” She tried to pull away, but he held her close. “Damn it, I just wanted to protect Sam and now you are accusing me of being the worst kind of person.”
She felt the breath shudder through his chest, and he let out a long breath. “Thank you. I just didn’t want to call the police and get you into trouble. I’m sorry I had to ask.”
“I’m calling the police.” She pushed herself away from him and he released her. Taking her cell out of her pocket, she pressed the keypad.
“No.” His hand stilled hers. “I’m calling Landy first. I trust him.”
“That means you don’t trust everyone.” She looked down at the floor. “Which is sensible, because someone betrayed us.”
At those words, the man on the ground moved, and then started to laugh. “What are you talking about? You know very well it was you who paid me to come here and steal that baby,” he said to Chrissie.
Chapter Eleven – Joel
Joel wanted to kick the guy unconscious. He didn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth for one second, but others would.
“I didn’t pay you. I’ve never even met you,” Chrissie said.
“Yes, you have, I came to your house, sat on your floral sofa and drank coffee. You gave me an envelope of money and then put these luscious lips around my cock and gave me a blowjob.”
“Liar!” she gasped.
The guy chuckled. “Why would I lie? What possible reason have I to frame a woman like you?”
“That’s what you’re going to tell us,” Joel said, moving towards him, threatening him with every drop of the essence of his bear that leaked through to his human form. He was fighting for control, fighting with his bear, trying to stop him breaking out and defending his mate’s honor. She would not do something like this, and the thought that someone had set out to ruin her—worse, to have her jailed for being part of Angela’s death, was too much.
“Joel. Just call the police. We can clear this up.”
“You would think so. But I’m going to swear you paid me, and they’ll believe me, because why would I lie?” He sneered. “You are going down with me, Crystal Cartwright.”
Joel raised his hand to punch the guy into the ground; he wanted to hit him and keep on hitting him until he was gone from the planet, gone from their lives, which he was threatening to destroy before it even got a chance to actually get going.
The only thing that stopped him was Chrissie’s hand on his arm, futile in its match for his strength, but the shock that swept through his body at her touch brought him back to his senses. So too did his phone, when it beeped in his pocket.
“You’d better check that,” she said, shoving him away.
“Yeah, do as you’re told, or she will pay someone to hurt you too,” the guy cackled. “I have you in my control, sweetheart.”
“How do you live with yourself?” she spat at the man. “You killed an innocent woman. For what? Money.”
“Those with money never understand what it’s like for the rest of us. You live in your big posh houses, and have your perfect lives. The rest of us are just rats in the gutter.”
“That is not true.” Then she closed her mouth and stepped back. “I’m not arguing with you.”
“Not going to defend your precious lifestyle.”
“I have nothing to defend.”
After a few deep breaths, he felt his bear settle, and then he took out the cell phone the chief had given him. It was a text message from a number he didn’t recognize. It simply said—G et out of
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