“You can’t just say shit like that, Princess.” Another new voice says, and judging by the rasp, I’m going to assume it was our guy who just had a brush with death.
I catch Oliver’s eyes over the table, and he raises a brow as if to ask me what the fuck is going on. I don’t have a good answer, though, so I ignore him and turn my attention back to my phone and the chaos.
“Give me the phone, Demon.”
‘Demon?’ Alex mouths to me, and I shrug.
I guess not all nicknames have to be cutesy.
“Ugh, killjoy.” The line goes quiet for a moment before we hear her again. “Oh, and it’s Kharitonov in case you need to call in the future.”
“They didn’t call you. They called me.”
“Yeah, well, send them my number, and I bet they won’t do that again. Who would want to talk to you?” The sass drips from every word, and it’s easy to see that Des is hardly holding it together.
Who the hell is this girl? She has to be someone if she can talk to him like that. I don’t follow much gang movement, but I know he’s high up.
“Don’t you dare.” A deep voice says, and I’m not the only one caught off guard.
“I’m not going to, for the love of fuck! Get out. I’m working. Maybe you all should try it!” His words sound mad, but there’s no heat.
“Fine, fine, we're going, grumpy.” The smack of lips gives the impression someone got a kiss, but could it be him?
Who knows?
“Sorry about that, Vince. What can I help you with?”
I blink a few times, trying to register the change from the man a moment ago to the man now, who sounds cold and utterly devoid of emotion.
Yeah, whoever Kharitonov is, she’s someone to him. My eyes flick up to see Kat where she sits on Nathan’s lap, and I swallow past the lump in my throat that threatens to choke me.
Being in his debt can’t possibly be as bad as the alternative.
“I need help to find someone who doesn’t want to be found.”
“Oh, that’s my favorite.”
Iwasn’t sure before, but something about that call helped me to believe they definitely got this.
Not that we have much more choice; Vince’s guys can’t find shit, and usually they're all we need. So now we wait, and I have a good feeling that all we're waiting for is a delivery.
I’m damn near giddy with the thought of handling Carter. I’m not one to draw things out. A little fun, maybe, but handling them and being done is always for the best. The longer you hold on to evidence, the easier someone will find it.
Carter might be the exception.
With all he did to Kat and continues to do even after she found it in herself to walk away and start over.
Fuck, he deserves so much more. Maybe I’ll get creative with it.
I know Alex, Dad, and Vince are curious about who the ‘Demon’ on the phone is, but I couldn’t care less. As long as they deliver, they could tell me she’s the fucking tooth fairy, and I’d happily take their word for it.
Which is why, when Kat excuses herself for the night, I’m more than happy to follow her out and leave them to use those big ol' brains.
I’ll take one-on-one time with my girl over any of that shit any day.
It’s late, so Addy is asleep, but even still, I half expect her to make her way there and slip into bed with her. She’s been known to do that, and I don’t blame her. Addy is a wonderful cuddler, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she heads downstairs and toward the kitchen.
