“It would be worth it.”
“Even when he has footage on you killing the last senator?” Malakai challenges.
Yeah, I fucked up. Big time.
It was years ago now, but Malakai gave me the job to take out the senator, he was a man who couldn’t be bought and had clocked onto theextracurricular activitiesFarrow Industries were dealing with and had threatened to expose us.
So, I took out the threat but didn’t check for bugs first.
Richard Taylor had orchestrated the whole thing andused it to ensure his existence.
A slice of the pie for his silence.
Should he die before his time, the fail-safe was to leak the footage.
Fucking rat.
I grunt and down the rest of my whiskey, slamming my glass down onto the bar only to freeze when I see who steps up to Richard’s side.
Christian Stewart finds me immediately, glaring at me from across the room.
“Well, that may be a problem.” Malakai says.
“You fucking think!?” I snap. “I told you we should have killed him.”
And now it was going to be damn difficult with him now running in our competitor’s circle.
“He hasn’t stepped out of line,” Malakai turns his back on them, but I see the tension lining his face and the way his fists curl against the bar top.
Yeah, he hasn’t stepped out of line but Christian going to Richard Taylor is a major red flag.
“I’m out,” I rap my knuckles on the bar, “There’s only so much of this bullshit I can handle.”
We’ve shown our faces, donated an obscene amountof money and talked to the right people, my obligations are done for the night. There’s a buzz under my skin to get back to my girl.
Malakai and I head out and split once we’re outside, him getting into his Maserati while I hop into my SUV, thankful the roads are quiet since it’s late. I make a quick stop on the way and then ten minutes later, I’m pulling into the underground lot beneath Willow’s apartment building.
My steps echo through the quiet garage and it takes a few minutes in the elevator before the doors open into the foyer and I find Willow dancing in the living room. She has a pair of headphones on and since it’s so quiet, I can hear the tinny sound of the music but can’t figure out what it is. But she doesn’t see or hear me, so I stand back for a moment and just watch her. Her hair is bundled onto her head, lose curls hanging out of the bun and there’s a slight flush to her cheeks. One of my shirts hangs off her body, her legs and feet bare as she throws out her arms and dances, facing the wall of windows that looks down onto the city.
Fucking gorgeous.
But the food will go cold if I hang back too long.
Crossing the space between us, I gently touch her arm, hoping not to startle her but fail. She jumps a foot into the air, letting out a little yelp but I grab her before she can fall and haul her to my chest, chuckling.
She glares up at me, her arms squashed between us,the music still blaring in her ears.
“You scared me!” She shouts.
I lift a hand and pull away the headphones, “Inside voice, Red, no need to scream.”
“You could have text to say you were on your way,” Her eyes drop to the bag in my hand, “Oh my god, did you bring me tacos!?”
I hold them out of reach, “Kiss first.”
“If you do not give me my tacos, Sebastian Levine, I will punch you.”
“So violent,” I widen my eyes dramatically, steal a quick kiss and then drop the food into her hands.
