Chapter 235

Fuck. Someone had opened a door or window around the house. Since he hadn’t received any warning about the perimeter of his property being breached, that meant one thing.

Laila was trying to leave him.

That fucking hurt.

Trees vaulted out of bed and disengaged the alarm before hopping into sweatpants and steel-toed boots. Without bothering to lace up, he grabbed the Benelli by his bed—just in case—and a pair of cuffs from his nightstand, then pocketed the nearby flashlight.

Trees prowled across the house until he reached Laila’s bedroom. He wasn’t surprised to find the door closed.

After her sister and his bosses had departed yesterday morning, he and Laila had spent hours arguing. She insisted on being the decoy for Kimber’s rescue. He swore he’d let that happen over his dead body. Apparently, he was the bad guy for not letting her put herself in harm’s way, because she’d barely spoken to him since and insisted on sleeping in her room—alone. With the d