Chapter 3.
Sadie.
I sobbed into Rogan’s chest and grabbed tightly the comforting hand Fridge offered me.
That had been so close. I could feel it now. The danger that left the room the moment Bartholomew had gone. He’d wanted to hurt us.
His purpose was to threaten me, to get up in my face so that I would react in a way that gave him an excuse to inflict harm.
And we’d fallen for it, hook, line and sinker.
I pulled myself back and wiped at my wet face. “Oh my God. That was terrible.”
“Yeah.” Rogan agreed, allowing me to pull away. “Vincent should have stayed out of it.”
Fridge crossed his arms over his chest and nodded.
My mouth hung open. I knew the guys didn’t really like Vincent despite everything we’d been through so far together. But were they really that blind? That stupid?
