Chapter 15

Dean’s POV

The club's empty by the time I get Luke alone. Tristan's gone, gave Marie a ride home, and the second the door shuts behind us, I turn on him.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I panicked—"

"Three guys came here ready to take something worth their money, Luke. And your solution was to text her to come pick up a folder?"

"I know it was a bad call—"

"It wasn't a bad call, it was fucking insane, Luke! She's standing in a parking lot full of strangers who don't give a shit whether she's involved or not, because you needed a folder faster than you needed to think for two seconds."

"I'm aware, Dean, believe me—"

"Then why'd you do it?" I'm shouting now, the sound of it bouncing off the empty room. I slam my palm down against the wooden edge of the nearest high-top table, hard enough that the emp