My nose scrunched, lips pursing as I shrugged. “Too early to tell. She’s had no other communication from the number that I can see.”
The bug I’d planted was tracking all incoming and outgoing texts from her phone too, but the only ones I’d read were from any and all unknown numbers. As much as the company she kept pissed me off, she seemed to trust them and had done for nearly two years now.
“I’ll sort it,” he said, already half-grinning. “But only after I spend the night with the six-pack in my fridge and the LA Iceblades.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Can’t believe you still haven’t figured out they suck.”
He caught the grimace I didn’t bother to hide. “Better than the fucking Quebec Knights. Can’t believe you haven’t figured out they’re done for.”
“Agree to disagree.”
“From day one,” he shot back, clapping me on the shoulder as we headed for the door. “Send me what you’ve got on the maybe-stalker. I’ll dive in as soon as I’m back.”
My mouth tugged tight—not quite a smile, but close enough. “Thanks, brother.”
He huffed a laugh, low and easy. “Anytime.”
As my hand gripped the door, pulling it open to usher Oscar out of here, we found Margaret walking back toward us.
My mouth beat her to it as I raised my hands in surrender. “It’s fine, I’m coming,” I reassured her, my mind wandering to the other issue at hand.
Although I was surprised Meg called for backup. She’d scaredmeshitless throughout our entire childhood. No surprise really, considering tía Carmen, scariest woman on the Chilean coast, was her mom. Which made me wonder what on earth this ex-con was doing to make her need my assistance—
“It’s not that, sir,” Margaret rushed, her eyes growing nervous. “One of your guys stationed at Liberty Grove just had an encounter with Miss Holland before she took off in another car.” Anger flared in my closed fists. “He sounded rather teary on the phone.”
Jesus Christ.
I did not need this right now.
As my head fell into my hands, I felt a nudge on my shoulder before Oscar’s chuckle made that anger bubble to the point of explosion.
“Have fun handling that,brother.”
chapter ten
my knight in shining chevrolet
Remember those perks I was harping on about before? Forget them.
Because I've just discovered thatperksandMarcus Romanodon't, and will never, belong in the same sentence.
And now my patience was gone.
Well and truly burned to ashes and taken by the spring breeze.
“I don’t give a flying fuck who you’re with. I’m not going anywhere with you, or allowing you to follow me.”
My knight in shining armour in the form of Finn and his truck pulled up right as I stopped shouting, and I breathed a little sigh of relief thatnowwas the one and only time he'd chosen to be punctual.
But it didn't stop the sweaty man in all black and a Romano badge sewn to his shoulder stepped toward me, desperating dripping from him like the sweat on his forehead. “Miss Holland, please calm down. I’ve been instructed to—”
“Does it look like I care what you’ve been instructed to do?” My words felt like rounds from a shot gun as they came out.
The man before me practically quivered, and it was a good thing I had my sunglasses on. If any passing paps caught this then all those articles about me having the personality to match my resting bitch face would automatically become true.
When I saw the last of the hope leave his eyes, only then did I feel a little bad. But once the memory of why he was here and what he was here to do replayed in my head I was debating screaming a little more.
Finn pulled into the empty space behind the black car I was instructed to get into, beeping his horn twice. I looked back at the guy. “Tell Marcus that he can either watch over me every fucking minute like he threatened he’d do, or he can leave me alone!”
