Andrew POV
I felt better after talking to Logan. I meant every word I said. I would kill the fucker if he hurt my pup again. There was no f*****g way I was letting that happen again.
I needed Emma to be safe and happy. She was the most important thing in my world, and if she got hurt, I would burn the f*****g world down.
A knock on the front door interrupted my thoughts.
Emma started getting up, but I held her down. I needed this. I needed to hold her like I did when she was a child. It calmed me down. It meant that she was safe.
“Come in.” I shouted.
I heard the front door open and footsteps walking toward the kitchen.
Drake came inside and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Did something happen?” he asked, pointing at Emma in my arms.
“No.” I shook my head. “Just comforting myself.”
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