She sucked in a breath and met my gaze. “It’s from him.”
CHAPTER 23
LARK
As I stared at the box, my heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer. Like I was facing a deadly animal.
Bastian’s face looked grim and pissed. He carefully lifted the box and set it down again. “It doesn’t weigh much. It can’t be a bomb.”
“I think this guy likes to kill up close and personal.” A bomb wasn’t his style.
“Besides, it wouldn’t have gotten through the mail room security if there was a bomb inside.”
I gripped the red ribbon and pulled it off. I steeled myself and opened the box.
There was only a folded piece of paper inside.
“That was anticlimactic.” I wrinkled my nose. “I half expected a bloody body part.”
Bastian checked inside before pulling the paper out. There was nothing underneath.
I took the paper from him, opened it, then laid it flat on his desk.
All that was listed was an address here in Las Vegas.
I frowned, studying the bold, black letters written by someone with confidence, and maybe a little impatience.
Bastian opened his laptop and typed the address into the map.
“It’s a warehouse in north Vegas.” A groove appeared on his brow. “It says it’s empty and for sale.”
A perfect place to do terrible things that you didn’t want found. “We need to go there.”
His face hardened. “This is a big fucking trap, Lark. He threatened you.”
“And I won’t be going alone.” I cupped his strong jaw, stroking his stubble. “I’m taking the most deadly, infamous assassin I know.” I grinned. “And you.”
His lips quirked for a second, but flattened out again. “I’ll call the guys. It won’t be just us. It’ll be an entire group of assassins.”
I wasn’t used to working in a team. It made me feel a little disconcerted, but I knew Bastian’s friends were loyal to him.
I nodded. “Let’s go. I want this guy, Bastian. I’mnotgoing to let him keep killing.”
He ran a hand over my hair. “I know, little bird.” His tone deepened. “And I’m going to ensure that he doesn’t kill you.”
I tilted my head back, staring at the handsome, harsh edges of his face. He was looking at me like I was special. Like I mattered. My heart fluttered.
Shit. I couldn’t let myself get in too deep.
“Call your friends.”
“I will. Then we’ll grab a vehicle that won’t attract too much attention and get to this address.”
“Let’s find this fucker.”
I sat in the passenger seat of the expensive Maserati SUV as we prowled closer to the address.
“Your idea of a low-key car is a Maserati?” I asked.
