“Declan, they’re turning into a parking garage near the restaurant. We’ll see you there. Stay safe, vato.”
“You, too, Papi.”
Downstairs, the concierge handed Scott a set of keys to an SUV that sat at the curb, running.
Within moments, we were on the way, the GPS barking orders at us until I turned the fucking thing off. Traffic was a bitch in Midtown, and we couldn’t afford to get stuck.
I watched four blinking dots on the screen, and swore when I noticed two of them moving away from the other two.
I called Declan, worried that calling Foster or Celeste would distract them at the worst possible moment.
“Are you in the car?”
“Yes. Scott’s driving, and I’m watching the trackers. We’ve got a problem. Katie and Jackson’s trackers are moving away from Celeste and Foster’s.”
“Fuck. There’s only one reason Foster would send them off.”
“Agreed. Scott and I are going to get as close as possible with the car, then go on foot.”
“I’m texting Cato. He’ll loop himself into the team’s comms link. There’s a set of earpieces in the bags we told Scott to grab. I’ll get him to send you the app for the trackers as well.”
He paused, but I knew in my gut he had more to say.
“Hayden, are you strapped?”
“Of course.”
Was he fucking stupid or just scared? I was a Marine, I carried everywhere I went.
“Jackson is probably carrying, too. So, be careful. The boy’s fully trained, but this is his first time protecting someone and…”
“It’s the love of his life. I got it, cariño. I’ll protect them both with my life. I love you. Get to us as soon as you can.”
“I love you, too.”
The worry he had in his voice put the Daddy in me on edge. I wanted him next to me, not running through the fucking streets chasing after a madman, but I knew he had to be feeling the same, so I shoved that shit out of the way only for Marcie’s face to flash before my eyes.
“Fuck!”
I called Cameron, praying he fucking answered.
“Hey, man, how’s the lap of luxury in New York?”
“FUBAR tell you anything?”
“What’s going down?”
I gave him the rundown.
“Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition sounds like the perfect description. What do you need from me?”
“Protect my girl.”
“Of course, Sarge. Keep me in the loop. She’s been adamant about staying here at Gavin’s, but it’s not ideal.”
“If I call you and tell you to bug out, toss her ass over your shoulder and fall back to the rental with the Holts. She’ll get over it.”
“I’ll tell her you said that.”
