Chapter 14Remus
Goddammit!
Remus balled his fist, nails digging into palm, his other hand gripped his gun. Pissed off didn’t even begin to describe how furious he was—with himself. Twice now he’d allowed killers to get too close to Murphy.
They’d been lucky the first time. His father’s hired gun had knocked him out—at least the man believed he had. Remus had faked it, waiting in the dark until certain he’d be able to get the drop on the attacker. Shooting the man while he held a f*****g knife to Murphy’s throat was a no-brainer. Remus’ only regret being his inability to bring the son-of-a-b***h back to life to kill over and over again.
Fifteen minutes ago, he’d been blissfully asleep, Murphy wrapped up in his arms, peaceful and sated. The low rumble of a car engine in the distance woke
