“Idon’tknow her.”
He scoffs. “Okay. Your reaction in the warehouse says otherwise.”
“Just find her. Preferablybeforeshe starts running her mouth.”
“Wedidsave her ass. I doubt she’s going to turn around and narc to the police. But I am going to need a little bit more to go on…”
“That’s all I got,” I growl. Wracking my brain as I’ve been doing over the last twelve hours to recall any identifyinginformation about the girl from the warehouse. I remember every fucking little thing about her: the silky feel of her dark hair when I had it wrapped around my fist; how she smelled of jasmine; and the eighteen freckles she has scattered across her cheeks.
I hadn’t wanted to know anything more about her, didn’t learn her real name, or where she went to school, because I knew if I did… I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making her mine. She was perfect, beautiful and too good for me.
“She was a dancer,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. “In school for it, I think. Definitely came from money.”
“Sonotthe stripper variety then?”
“No,” I growl out. “Ballet, I think.”
Liam looks up from his screen to watch me pace the length of the living room. “Why’s this girl getting to you so much?”
“She’s not!” I snap.
His answering smirk makes me want to punch him in the face.
“Will you just find her?”
“Find who?” A quick glance over my shoulder reveals my sister Reagan wandering into the room. She’s still in her pajamas, her red hair in a messy bun on top of her head.
“None of your?—”
“Agirl,” Liam supplies and I glare daggers at him.
Reagan’s light green eyes sparkle with interest and to my dismay, she plops down on the sofa next to Liam with her coffee mug pulled up to her lips.
”Well this is intriguing. Tell me more.”
“There’s nothing to?—
“Koen saved her life last night, and she ran away from him,” Liam informs our sister.
“Ouch.” She winces playfully before smirking at me over the rim of her cup.
“I’m going to kill you both,” I seethe, pulling out my phone to check it for probably the hundredth time this hour. Mac and Alex are going through everything we stole from the warehouse, and talking to the girls we pulled out of there. I’m hoping at least one of them knowsmygirl’s name.
“Oh, he’s touchy.” Reagan exchanges a glance with Liam, unfazed by my threats. “And what did you do to this girl to make her run away from you?”
“Nothing,” I growl.
“Then why did she run?” she presses.
“I’m not talking to you.” To prove my point, I press my phone to my ear, listening to a new voicemail from Mac.
Reagan turns her attention to Liam. “Spill the tea, what’s the story?”
He shrugs before opening his mouth.
I tug the phone down to snap in his direction, “Do not tell her anything.” Pinching the bridge of my nose, I take a deep breath to keep my calm. My head is pounding from lack of sleep and stress. “Reagan, so help me god…”
Whatever she’s going to say gets cut off by the ding of the elevator. We all turn to see Alex and Aidan walking in, the latter looking a little worse for wear. Dark circles ring my brother’s eyes. He’s probably gotten just as much sleep as I have since last night.
