“Tomato,tomato.Just listen. It was a fake licence but we managed to get a face ID at a servo and it came back as Dennis Blanco.”
“Fuck!” Luc groans, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Who’s Dennis Blanco?” I scrunch up my noise at his stupid name.
“A lower level MC member. A Death Reaper.” Rylan fills in the gaps.
“If they’re sending that fucker on surveillance, then whoever’s been put in charge of the mob isn’t fucking serious about finding me,” Luc tells Rylan.
“But that means if they knew you were in town…” I trail off. Something hits me. “We were in my car. How the fuck did they even know we were together? You weren’t even in the car when he was following us.”
“Surveillance on the house?” Luc shrugs, pacing up and down the loft. “Nanna’s a biological relative—one of the only ones listed. That shit isn’t hard to find.”
I frown and shake my head.
Rylan says what I’m thinking, “Surely it can’t just be that. There’s something bigger at play here. If they knew youwere there, why haven’t they come for you yet? You’ve been there for weeks.”
“I don’t know.” Luc growls, stalking the loft floor.
I intercept him, my hands curling into fists around his shirt.
Frustration and anger storms in Luc’s eyes.
“Rylan, if that’s all, we’ll call you back later,” I tell him calmly, my eyes not straying from Luc’s.
I quickly say goodbye and ring Jace, keeping one hand on Luc’s chest.
“Jace,” I cut off his greeting, “you need to get the essentials and get out of town. Don’t stay there tonight. Go to your parents house. Make sure no one follows you.”
“What’s going on?” Jace says, no nonsense in his tone.
“That car that was following us a few weeks ago, he was a Death Reaper,” I tell him, quickly. “Call me when you leave and when you get to Helen and Devon’s, okay? Be careful and make sure you aren’t followed.”
“Okay, Rory. Love you crazy.” I hear Jace yell something to the twins before he hangs up.
I focus back on Luc, tension swarming his body as he clenches and unclenches his fists.
I slide my phone into my pocket, keeping one hand on his chest while the other moves to cup the side of his face.
“Luci,” I say, softly. “We’re going to be okay.”
Luc shakes his head sharply. Fear surges through me but I push it down.
“No one knows we’re here, Luci. They can’t find us–everything is untraceable,” I remind him. “Iswear to you, we will be okay.”
“You can’t promise that,” Luc tells me softly, his frustration dissipating.
“No,” I sigh, “but we can try like hell to make it true. Can’t we?”
Luc doesn’t say anything. His eyes flick all over my face, like he’s trying to memorise me.
“I can’t lose you,” Luc whispers. “I can’t lose the guys.”
I wrap my arms around his waist. Luc’s head drops as his arms encircle me. He holds me tightly and I grip the back of his shirt.
Everything’s going to be okay. I’m going to make sure of it.
Because they’re all I have.
