And he tips the envelope upside down and catches a copper plate. I pry it out of his grip and examine it, seeing that numbers have been sanded off.
Manas Doran. The story Quinn told me. How does he know what’s happening right now?
And what combination am I supposed to know? And what locker?
Then, it hits me. The numbers on Quinn’s back.Two-eight-eight-four. Oh, fuck.
I scan the room behind the tables, seeing all the numbers are in the one thousands. It’s not one of these lockers. Maybe a storage unit?
I start to back away, leaving the room.
“Get back here,” Hugo shouts and then orders his men, “Grab him! We’ll fucking get it out of you.”
They don’t budge, and I realize they’re waiting for Farrow’s orders.
“It’s not about the money, Hugo,” I tell him. “No one here will go against them.”
No one here will go against the Doran brothers. I don’t know if it’s fear or respect, but their history is a central part of Weston’s identity.
I look to Farrow as I turn around to leave. “Clean house.” I nod once. “You have an hour.”
Quinn
“It’s been too long,” Kade says. “I don’t like this.”
Everyone’s eyes are pinned to the firehouse.
I stand a few feet away from them, my hands in front of me as I remind myself to breathe.
If he gets himself killed…
Tears well in my eyes, and I can’t even imagine how he’s going to come out of this in one piece. Is Farrow in there? Would he back Lucas up?God, please be okay.
I stare at the door, waiting for any shadow to pass by the glass block windows. Any commotion. Or a bellow or a gunshot.
I lock my jaw, anger making the heat rise on my cheeks. If he still thinks he doesn’t need his family at his back, then what do I care? He hasn’t changed. Still just as stubborn and irresponsible and—
Squeezing my eyes shut, I blow out a quiet breath, reeling myself in. He’s going to be okay. He has to be.
And just as I open my eyes, Lucas emerges from the firehouse on his own two legs—alive. I suck in a breath, holding backa sob.
Fuck, thank you, God.
With one hand around Tommy’s upper arm, he marches her out, glancing behind him and keeping his eyes peeled. He strides across the street as she pries herself out of his hold and charges away. I shift on my feet, and he must see the look on my face because he wraps his arms around me as he buries his face in my neck.
I squeeze him. Fire courses down my arms, and I can’t unball my fists, but I’m enjoying hugging him too much to hit him.
Tucking me under his arm, he walks us to the others, Dylan, Aro, Kade, and Hunter crowding around Hawke.
“What happened?” Kade demands.
“It’s Farrow’s.” Lucas nods. “I gave the firehouse to Farrow. We’ll have to wait and see if Hugo abides.”
“No one even got hit?” Kade gripes.
Well, there’s still time, moron. I can’t imagine LucasorFarrow can take anything without some force.
I look up at Lucas. “Are we in danger here?”
