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“It’s funny when it’s not happening to you,” he says with a smirk. “Go find the fucking cat. I want to get home.”

I jog back into the house, looking at it for the first time as I try to find a cat carrier.

Jesus Christ, Cyrus wasn’t lying.

Her place is trashed.

What the fuck were they looking for?

She’s going to freak out when she sees the state of this. I know she worked hard to get what she has. I’m going to replace every last thing and more.

“Frigg,” I call, hoping the cat will come to me.

I’ve never been a cat guy and, to be honest, Frigg side-eyes the fuck out of me anytime I’m here. It’s been like that from the first day I met her.

I look around the trashed living room, hoping to see her cat carrier but come up empty.

“Where would you put a cat carrier, Aisling?” I mumble to myself as I walk around the place, glass crunching under my boots with each step I take.

I open up the closest near the front door, finding it on the floor next to some shoes. I pull it out and set it down in the hall and open the door, hoping it will come.

Is that how you catch a cat?

Fuck.

I’m going to give her five minutes, and if she doesn’t come, I’ll tell Aisling I tried. I hope she didn’t escape through the shattered door before Cyrus had a chance to wrap it up. Aisling would be devastated.

I’ll buy her a new fucking cat that looks just like Frigg if that happens because I’m not going to be the one to deliver another blow after the night she just had.

I look around with my hands on my hips like a goddamn idiot for expecting her to come out and get in her crate.

She probably needs food and stuff, right?

Leaving the crate where it is on the floor, I head into the kitchen to find food. I don’t need to open any cabinets to find what I’m looking for because every single one of them is wide open with everything that was on the shelves thrown across the counters and floor.

I flex my fists as I try to bury my rage at least until we get back to the clubhouse. The itch to hit something is strong, and I’m not about to cause any more damage to my girl’s place.

I pick up a few cans of cat food scattered across the floor. As I stack them on top of each other, the metal tops make a clinging sound.

I turn around as I hear rustling behind me.

Frigg was hiding in the pantry, only emerging when she sees her cans of food in my hand. Her eyes are wide and spooked.

“Hey, pretty girl.” I stick my hand out, hoping she will come to me. “Can you come here? Your mom would love it if you came with me.”

Nothing.

“Can I pick you up?” I ask as I slowly step toward her.

She backtracks, hissing at me.

“Please, Frigg. I’ve had a shit fucking night and all I want to do is get your mom and brother somewhere safe,” I say as I try to reason with the devil.

I take another step. This time she doesn’t move or hiss as her wide eyes track my every move.

“That’s it... just stay right there…” I swoop in and grab Frigg as I wrap my arm around her, finding her to be heavier than I expected.

I test the weight of her as I raise her up and down, earning me a side eye. She has to weigh close to twenty pounds.