-LUTHER-
"Should I…" Audrey bit her lip, eyes ping‑ponging between Steel and me.
"Go to the house, dove. Now." I snapped, my eyes locked on Steel.
"Okay," she muttered under her breath, and I’d feel like s**t if I wasn’t so wound up that I could barely think straight.
Her shoulders dipped, barely noticeable, before she turned away.
She made a beeline for the main house, and Steel’s eyes followed her until her footsteps faded. Then he barked at me.
"The f**k was that? We yelling at women now, prez?" Steel crossed his arms over his vest, silver rings catching the early evening light. He was trying to make me feel bad for snapping at Audrey.
And he was succeeding.
"It’s better this way. I don’t want her hearing this. It’s to protect her."
Protect her.
Everything I do lately is to sh
