He narrows his eyes again. “You forget who I work for?”
“I don’t give a fuck who you work for,” I say and get in his space. “You forget who I am?”
“Is that a threat?”
“That’s a fucking promise. Leave. Now.”
He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then snaps it closed. He turns on his heel and walks out the front door; I slam it behind him.
He’s only interested in finding Zane, and ever since they caught wind that Zane’s truck was on fire on one of Les’ properties, he won’t goaway.
“What did he want?” Dex asks when I slide onto the stool at the island beside him.
“Same shit,” I reply, rubbing my temples.
“Something is off about him,” Micah says, laying plates on the island.
I snort. “Yeah. He’s a fucking cop. I’m going to tell Mani to quit letting him through.”
“Is that a good idea? You remember what happened last time you did that,” Dex throws in.
I remember. The asshole just followed us to wherever we were going. He’s the lead detective on the case since he’s Zane’s partner, so everywhere we turn, he’s right there.
“We could just kill him,” Micah shrugs. “Make our lives easier.”
“We’re in enough shit where they found Gage in a stolen car,” I reply and swallow back emotion thinking about that day. “I need to find Holden.”
Micah jerks his head toward the back of the house. “He’s in his office.”
I slide off the stool and head back that way. I pause outside the door to get my temper in check before entering. It’s the same argument every day, and it’s starting to wear on my nerves. I don’t want to do anything to hurt him by raising my voice, so I try to be patient.
I twist the knob and walk in, finding him behind his computer, like always.
“Bello,” I say gently, “come get some food.”
“I’m not hungry,” he replies, not even looking up from his rapid tapping on the keyboard.
I flop down on the couch in his office, entirely at a loss on what to do. Memories from when Holden and I had Les in this office assault me. I swear, every time I walk anywhere in this house, I can smell her vanilla scent like she’s standing right there.
We have to find her. I don’t know how long I can hold it together for these guys. My heart feels like it’s in a million pieces, and my stomach is constantly tied in fucking knots.
“What if we can’t find her?” Holden whispers, finallylooking up. He’s asked that question so many times I lost count, but it’s the same thing that runs through my head.
“Come here,” I tell him, patting the couch beside me.
Surprisingly, he gets up and flops beside me. I place my hand on his thigh in comfort. “We’ll find her,” I tell him, just like I’ve told him every time he’s asked. I don’t even know if it’s true or not.
“After everything with Gage,” he stops whatever he’s going to say and swallows, “I can’t lose her.”
I wrap my arm around his shoulders and pull him to my side. “I know. I can’t either.”
We lapse into silence, Holden tucked in tight to my side, both of us lost to the thought of losing Les for good. None of us will be able to handle that, ever. Les is the glue that holds us all together. Holden and I have each other, but even we can admit it isn’t enough. We needher.
My phone starts buzzing in my pocket with a call, and I’m half tempted to ignore it. Thinking it might be good news, I dig it out without letting Holden go.
I slide to answer. “Yeah?”
“Your detective friend is parked outside my pool hall,” Ghost says when I answer.
