Those people. Those two individuals were going to be hugely problematic. The question would just be…could he keep things quiet long enough for Cass to complete his mission? Or would this whole thing explode in his face?
The door creaked open.
Immediately, he whirled for it. So did Malik.
From the corner of his eye, Gray saw that Malik had pulled out his gun.
Gray hadn’t though because…
What if it was the kid?
Shit. Ever since he’d learned that he was gonna be a father, he’d gotten into uber protective mode where kids were concerned. Something that could be dangerous because the person who’d just opened the broken door was not a curious Naomi…
It was a man. Heavy jacket. Shaggy hair. Pissed expression.
Dammit to hell. Talk about someone who’d gotten to the scene fast.
The unwelcome guest filled the doorway. “Where the fuck,” he began, voice a dangerous rumble, “is my sister?”
Gray motioned for Malik to stand down. Not like they needed to have bullets flying unnecessarily. Then he causally positioned himself between Malik and the guy in the doorway. “Your sister?” He scratched his chin. “I’m afraid you are gonna have to be way more specific. I have no clue who you are?—”
The man surged toward him. Stopped when they were toe to toe. “Where the fuck,” he said again, “is Agnes?”
“Oh, right. Her. Agnes. Your sister.”
The unwelcome guest glared.
“Hey, Malik? Do me a favor, would you?” Not really a favor. This was an order. “Tell the evidence team in the van to give me five minutes, and then they can come inside.”
Malik stalked out. He closed the broken door behind him.
“You can call, you know,” Gray told the man in front of him. “Or text. No need in you rushing out and appearing in person.” How in the hell had he even known to come here?
“I was told she’d left the FBI. Left you. Taken up with some asshole MC leader.”
“Um. And does that surprise you? Does it surprise anyone?”
The man’s hands fisted. “You were supposed to watch out for her.”
He damn well had been. He’d watched her. Protected her. Freaking interfered in her investigation with the Twins at times in order to protect her. He’d done everything this jackass wanted. “Agnes is a very determined individual.”
“And I’m determined to keep her safe. She will never be broken again.”
Gray pitied the fool who tried to break her. “She’s so much stronger than you understand. She wants justice, and she will not stop.” They were alone. Gray could speak freely. So he did. “I think your sister is going after her end goal. And if we are not careful, if she is not careful, Agnes may just tear down the whole world as she gets her vengeance.”
The man’s eyes—a dark, angry brown—narrowed. “Do you think…” A shake of his head. Not red hair. Black. “That I give a shit about the rest of the world?”
Gray sighed. “Unfortunately, I figured that would be your response.” His phone rang. A loud, shrill, and demanding cry. “Hold the thought for one moment, would you?” He put the phone to his ear, but only because the number came from a VIP at the Bureau. “Not the best time…” Gray curtly informed the caller.
“Thought you might like to know that Judas Long is dead. He was just found with sheets wrapped around his neck and hanging from his cell bars.”
Shit. “Thanks for the update. Talk real soon.” Fuck. He shoved the phone back into his pocket. “Your sister is safe,” he said.
But the bastard near him shook his head. “Gray, you know I can tell when you lie to me.”
Dammit. This prick was one of the select few that knew him that well. Gray prided himself on having very minimal tells. “Okay, how about this…” He exhaled on a long, hard breath. “She’s in extreme danger, but she’s with a man who would commit murder in a heartbeat if it meant keeping her alive. So, is that better?”
A fierce glare and then, “Yeah, that is a bit better.”
