Sorrow (Cape Frost #1)

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Hayes

When the doorbell rings out of nowhere, I’m instantly on guard. I’m not the only one either. Boo immediately grabs for his gun, rushing over to lean against a wall before I can even stand from the couch. “Who’s that?” he mouths, frowning further when I shrug. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears when Samara peeks her head out of the bedroom, and I rush over to shove her back inside before she can come out. If The Sons are here to truly declare war, then I need her to hide for as long as she can, even though I have a feeling she’ll do the opposite.

I’m aware of the possibility that we might be overreacting, but with everything going on, I have a feeling deep in my gut that we’re not. Boo was pretty annoyed at me when I let him know what happened with Tristan, but after I explained what that asshole said, he understood why I couldn’t keep it together. The Sons and everyone around them are shit. He wasn’t surprised that their younger siblings aren’t exceptions.

But as I slowly make my way toward the front door, I feel something akin to regret at my choices. I made a stand in a public space, and whether those brothers get along or not, it’s the principle behind my actions. I should’ve gotten back at Tristan in other ways, I just couldn’t stop myself when he started running his mouth. Sometimes restraint isn’t my strong suit.

Now we’re here.

And because of those choices, I’ve put my Hurricane in danger.

The sound of tires squealing away is our first indication that something really is off. No one speeds away from a scene unless they did something wrong, so I’m not surprised at all when I see smoke billowing up through my peephole.

They will not light my fucking house on fire.

I yank the door open against Boo’s advice, kicking the wicker basket over without a second thought. As I stomp out the flames, I catch sight of what’s inside of it.

Pink lingerie.

“What the fuck?” Boo asks. “Why the fuck would they burn that of all things?”

I shrug, but I know exactly why they chose to burn pink lingerie. It’s a threat for her.

It seems to click in Boo’s mind a second later, leaving behind a string of curses as he rushes over to his car like he’s about to chase them down.

“Wait!” I yell. “Mine. Not yours.”

He can’t drive around this town with murder in his eyes in his fucking cruiser, so without a second thought, I yell to let Samara know we’ll be back and tell her to to stay in the room.

I don’t have time to do anything else but follow him.