She tips her head back to look into my eyes, trying to see the truth in my words.
“He’s fine,” I repeat. “Or he will be. Until I f*****g kill him myself for putting you in danger.”
“He’s really okay?” she asks, ignoring my threat.
If it wouldn’t upset her more, I’d absolutely put a bullet in the i***t’s brain. But now he owes me. He owes me a f*****g life debt, and he’ll pay that back by being her shadow for the rest of his borrowed life.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I send a quick text. “He’s fine, you’ll see.”
Setting my phone down, I cup her cheek. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
Payton blinks those teary midnight eyes at me. “What do you mean?”
“Tell me what you need,” I plead with her. “Tell me how to make this up to you. Tell me what you want, Sweet Girl. Tell me, and
