Avery's stomach twisted.
"Almost ignored it," he continued, "until one of them said, 'I saw her when she walked in—high-class and looking fucking delicious. We might never get another like her till we die. Let's grab the others so everyone can enjoy.'" His knuckles whitened. "I followed them. Saw you. The rest was history."
Her jaw dropped.
What the actual fuck?!
She'd been so busy hating him for being a murderer that she never stopped to question why the men hadn't been scared when the security guard said he was going for backup. Now? Now she didn't need anyone to call her stupid—she'd call herself stupid every morning and night for the rest of her damn life.
"So the security guard was... one of them?" she whispered.
