CHAPTER 38
DAWSON
Fuck. Dawson’s whole day had turned to s**t in less time than it took to inflate a RIB and only marginally longer than it took to unload the magazine on his AR-15. He’d known Mikki was trouble from the moment he met her. Always out to create drama, only ever worried about herself.
But he’d screwed up too. He’d given in to temptation and ruined the one woman he’d cared for since Bryony and Hannah died. Third time lucky, the old saying went, but it sure as hell hadn’t turned out that way. And worse, he’d left Violet to shoulder the mess while he hightailed it out the door.
He had to fix this.
Somehow, he had to make this right again.
Dawson reached his car and slid behind the wheel, slamming the door behind him. What was that article David had been whining about? The
