Liam POV
Shouting and glass breaking can be heard even from out here. How hard could it be to get a f*****g key from a man that shouldn’t have had one in the first place? Hendrik waits outside the black vehicle as he c***s his head in confusion at me, wondering what the commotion is from inside the bar.
Ten minutes later, Freya walks back out the bar, shaking her head. Flustered, she attempts to walk past me, but there’s no way in holy hell are we leaving this place until I know that man child no longer has a key to that house.
Grabbing at her wrist yet again, she winces again. f**k. Get ahold of yourself, Liam. I release her wrist slightly before forcing her to turn to me.
“Key?” That one word sends a shiver down her arm. Though she tries to suppress it, she can’t completely hide i
