It took a few minutes before I felt the phone vibrate. I quickly glanced down at the screen.
"I'll be careful,"Andrew sent."You just be ready."
"I'm not going anywhere."At least not without help.
"Hopefully, that's not true. I was kind of hoping you'd have dinner with me tonight."
I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face."I'd like that."
"Great. It's a date."
I chuckled when Andrew added a couple of smiley faces to his message. I couldn't wait. The quicker, the better.
Chapter Seven
~ Andrew ~
I tugged each end of my bowtie, making sure it was straight. I wasn't a huge fan of wearing a tux, but I didn't hate it either. I thought I looked rather dapper. If I was trying to impress someone, this would be the way to do it.
I wasn't exactly trying to impress Brasov, but I definitely wanted his attention. We all did. That was kind of the point. If he was watching us, then he wasn't watching Dalton, and Sergei could rescue him.
I made sure all my knives were in place. I had several hidden throughout my outfit, including one built into the sole of my shoe. Considering the people I was going with, I doubted I'd be searched, but it never hurt to have a backup plan.
I grabbed my cell phone and typed out a message to Dalton."Getting ready to come for you."
"That would be good,"Dalton replied. "I'd really like to get out of here."
"Soon, baby."I rolled my eyes.There was that word again. I had to stop using it, or Dalton was going to stop talking to me.
I slid my phone into my pocket along with my keys and my wallet. I walked out of my bedroom and then my apartment, locking the door behind me, and headed for the elevator. It was nearing eight o'clock, the time when we were all supposed to meet in Knox's penthouse.
Anxiousness swept through me like a thousand little ants running amuck under my skin. I had an insane urge to scratch, but I didn't want to mess up my tux.
The ride up to the top floor of the Silver Building went quicker than I wanted. I needed the time to calm my nerves. I might work with some scary-ass people, but the most danger I faced on a regular basis was the threat of a paper cut.
I could hold my own under most circumstances. I'd made the boxing club at Harvard. That did not necessarily mean I was experienced with fighting. I was analytical. I preferred talking things out instead of fighting them out.
I was weird like that.
Tonight, experienced or not, fighting was definitely on the table. I might get my head handed to me, but I'd make sure Dalton was rescued first.
I didn't have to stop and question why I was so determined to rescue someone I'd never actually met. I knew. My love of the law came from the belief that there was right and wrong in the world, good and evil, and the evil needed to be taught that it was wrong.
Brasov was clearly evil. I didn’t know Dalton well, but I did feel he wasn’t evil, and that was why I was willing to fight for him. Good had a right to be free when evil tried to snuff it out, even if it needed a little help.
I knocked on Knox's door when I reached the penthouse and then nodded to Jerome when he opened the door. "Evening, Jerome."
"Sir." Jerome nodded back as he held the door open for me. "Mr. Knox and company are waiting in the living room."
"Thank you." I walked with an even pace into the living room even though I felt like running. I wanted to get this evening started so we could get it over with. My nerves were strung tighter than a nun's habit.
"Ah, Lancaster, good," Knox said. "We're just about ready to go."
"Good."
"We're taking two vehicles. Sergei has already scouted the area. It's not the worst neighborhood in the city, but it's not the best either. Sergei said there were enough shadows for him to hide in until he can go in and get your friend out. We just need to create a distraction to get the guard off the backdoor."
I lifted one eyebrow. "A distraction?"
