We stepped back.
“We done?” Titus asked.
“Da,” Dimitri answered.
“We good?” Titus asked.
“Da, always T,” Dimitri answered.
Titus clapped him on the shoulder and jutted his chin toward the door.
Was that it?
“Uh, thanks for being so cool,” Joey said.
Dimitri’s brown eyes roved her top to toe, and even I felt the residual sexuality drifting from his look, even if Luna and Harlow were standing between Joey and me.
“Ne upominay ob etom,” he muttered. “Don’t mention it, Anghel.”
Boy, “angel” in Russian sounded both hard and pretty.
Just like this guy.
Titus led the way, and we all gave Dimitri nods or waves (the last were Harlow, Gemma and me, these garnered a sexy smirk from Dimitri, so we quit doing it…fast) before we followed.
No discussion, we got in our cars.
Still no discussion, we drove to where we’d agreed to rendezvous: close to, but not right at where Dex was waiting to get his delivery.
We strapped on our Tasers (Titus told us we couldn’t go in to visit Dimitri while packing), and I was thinking it might be a good idea to ask Arthur for some Kevlar vests, before we got out and met on the sidewalk.
“Duane told us they weren’t strapped,” Raye shared.
“But they’re gonna have weapons close,” Titus added. “That’s why this is happening.”
And with that, Cap, Roam, Eric, Javi, Knox, Liam, Brady, Shaw, Landon…and Gabe materialized from the shadows.
And they weren’t packing Tasers.
But they were packing.
Gabe came right to me.
And he said, “Someone means something to you, he means something to me.”
Ohmigod!
I had just the best guy in the world!
Still.
“Gabe—” I started.
“It isn’t like we don’t think you got this,” Gabe said. “It’s that this weasel needs to go to ground and stay there. And if Duane has this kind of power at his back, they are not gonna fuck with him ever again.”
Okay, sue me.
That was so sweet, I threw myself at him and gave him girlie hug.
