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What the fuck just happened?

I stole one last glance at Julianna before I strode out of the interrogation room, my body still alive with the current that flowed under my skin when she was near. My pull towards her hadn't gotten any weaker. If anything, the chemistry between us had magnified in that tiny room. Fuck, I had almost grabbed her and kissed her. I almost kissed a detective in the middle of a fucking police station. I would have laughed at myself if it wasn't so fucking serious. She was making me lose my mind.

I had dreamed about seeing her again. Not like that.

For a second I had thought that our meeting had been a police sting. But the look of shock on her face when she walked into the interrogation room had been genuine. She hadn't expected me to be sitting there. She hadn't expected to see me again at all.

What would she do now?

She had a conflict of interest. She would have to report our relationship.

Shit. My father would find out.

I cursed under my breath. My father, I could handle. He wouldn't hurt me. Would he harm Julianna if he knew how close she'd gotten to me?

My gut tightened. Of course, he would. No weapon. No evidence. No witnesses. Those were his mottos, the reason he'd been able to stay one step outside the law.

Julianna was a liability.

I spotted Abel and another one of my father's goons standing by the door of another interrogation room. My father must be in there.

I couldn't face him right now.

I strode towards the elevator. Abel stepped out in front of me, blocking my path. "Your father isn't done yet."

I glared at him. "Get out of my way."

"You're to return home with your father when he's done."

"I don't take orders from you, dog."

Abel's lip pulled up. The skin around his eyes and jaw tightened.

"Is there a problem here?" A male voice spoke from behind me.

It was the male detective, Espinoza, Julianna's partner.

"No, problem, Detective Espinoza," I said, trying to relax my face and attempting to smile. "I was just leaving."

Abel scowled but he stepped aside, unable to stop me under the wary stare of the detective.

I had to figure out a way to talk to Julianna. I had to get her alone somehow. I had to warn her not to tell anyone about us. Would she even want to see me again? Would she even listen to me? Despite the way her body still reacted to mine in the interrogation room, I could see the shock-turned-anger in her when she found out my last name was Tyrell.

It didn't matter. I had to get her alone and make her listen to me.