I feel the threat in my bones.
Think, Lennon.
But that is impossible with panic clutching my brain and three Russians glaring at me.
Defeated, I dial Sandro’s number. On one hand, I want him to answer, so I know he’s okay. On the other hand, I don’t want him to fall into whatever trap these men are laying for him.
“Put it on speaker,” Oleg grunts.
I obey, because what else is there to do? The ringing is loud in the silence as we wait.
“Who the fuck is this?” Sandro growls.
A hot prickling heat rushes through me at the sound of his voice. He’s alive. Pissed, but alive.
“Sandro,” I say, clearing my throat. “It’s me.”
Chapter 34
Alessandro
We’re almost at the condo building when my phone vibrates. I don’t recognize the number. I wouldn’t usually answer, but what if the Russians are trying to make contact?
“Who the fuck is this?”
“Sandro, It’s me.”
My heart stumbles in my chest. “Lennon.” I take a deep breath. I can’t let them know how much she means to me. Keep it cool, Sandro. Neutral. Under control. “Are you okay?”
Rocco’s head whips toward me. I ignore him. I need to concentrate.
“I’m okay.” She doesn’t sound okay. She sounds scared. “Oleg wants me to tell you that I’m being treated well.” There’s a pause. I can just imagine the fucker coaching her what to say. “And they will release me unharmed after you meet with them. They’ll text you instructions.” Another pause and then her voice seems to hold a bit more strength as she adds, “And when they release me, you owe me that dinner you promised at Ford’s Garage.”
The line goes dead. “Lennon?” She’s gone. My nostrils flare as I try to think through the adrenaline fogging my brain.
I feel Rocco’s stare burning the side of my face. “You think they’ll really let her go?”
“I’m not taking that chance. We find her now.” I go over the call in my head. I can’t ever remember us talking about dinner at Ford’s Garage.
What was that about?
I forget all about it when the text comes in:Haven 10 pm ALONE
I glance at Rocco. My men are not going to let me go alone. But I’m not going to do anything to put Lennon in danger, either. “Haven at 10 PM,” I tell him, leaving out the “alone” part.
When the elevator door slides open, I’m greeted with the sight of my men around the dining room table. Gunnar stalks toward me and grips my shoulders, searching my face. His mouth pinches. “We’ll get her back, brother.” Then he notices Killian behind me, and his eyes narrow to glacial slits. “Who the fuck is this?”
I glance back. Killian has his hands shoved in his pockets and a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth, his green eyes shimmering with challenge. Irish idiot. I squeeze Gunnar’s shoulder. “Let’s sit. I’ll explain it to everyone at once.”
It takes all my strength to stay upright as I limp to the table. I’m breathing hard by the time I lower myself into a seat, my energy drained. I hate feeling so fucking weak.
Gunnar sets a glass of water in front of me and takes the seat to my right, still glaring at Killian, who sits at the end of the table beside Rocco.
I greet Caelian, Fausy and Big Tony, who are also throwing suspicious glares Killian’s way.
After I take a healthy drink of water and catch my breath, I explain Killian’s connection to Lennon and introduce my family to him.
A low whistle comes from Gunnar.
