My mood sours a little at the mention of him, and as Ringo pulls off the road and into the parking lot of the Red Room, my eyes land on the man in question.
“Speak of the Devil,” I snap, my glare locked on the tall, dark, and sinfully handsome yet chillingly lethal, Devon Marx.
He’s standing by the door at the back of the Red Room, his aura pitch black as he stares right back at me.
A shiver ripples up my spine, and I contemplate asking Ringo to turn the car around and leave.
The moment Ringo shuts off the engine, my car door swings open, and I stifle a bloody scream just as Dee comes into view.
“Shit. You scared me,” I rush out, pressing my hand to my chest, but Dee isn’t paying me a lick of attention, her finger pointing into the back seat, her smile wide.
Wow, I don’t think I’ve seen her smile like that before.
“Okay, okay,” I giggle, slipping out of the car and opening the back door. “I can see you’re eager to meet Bobbi."
Dee rolls her eyes like that’s a stupid statement, and Jared appears behind her looking just as keen.
This time when I get Bobbi out of her car seat, she’s wide awake, her blue-grey eyes taking everything in as I press my lips to her forehead, and then pass her to Dee.
I never took Dee, the lethal Hush assassin, as someone that would go all mushy over a baby, but seeing her hold my little girl with Jared reaching over her shoulder and stroking my daughter’s cheek, makes me realise Dee is just as human as I am.
I wonder if she wants to have kids one day too.
“Is this what all the drama has been about?” Devon’s deep gravel has me stiffening, and before I can stop him, he reaches down and scoops my daughter out of Dee’s hands, cradling her to his chest. “Why hello little beauty. Do you have a smile for Uncle Devon?”
I scoff, “Really?Uncle Devon?”
His soft expression, which is purely for my daughter, hardens as he glares at me. “You have a problem with that, Blondie?”
“You wanna speak to my wife properly, arsehole?” Ringo snarls, coming to my side, and the smirk Devon shoots us isn’t just sinister. It’s pure evil.
“I’ll take her, thanks.” I hold out my hands, expecting him to pass my daughter back, but he spins and walks away, carrying my daughter with him.
“Hey!” I snap, ready to throw down, but then I hear him chatting away, his voice taking on a softer, soothing tone as he walks.
“This isUncle Griffin’sstrip club.Nota place for you, little one. And if Ieverfind out you ask to work here when you’re older, Uncle Devon is going to beveryangry.”
A giggle escapes me as we follow behind, stepping inside the club with Dee and Jared on our heels.
Like last time, we go into the back room with the conference table, but unlike last time, the Angel sisters aren’t here.
“You gonna give anyone else a hold?” Griffin asks Devon as he takes a seat at the table, instantly shaking his head.
“Nope. She’s having Uncle Devon time.”
Griffin laughs at his cousin while shaking Ringo’s hand and gesturing for us to take a seat.
Ringo and I sit in the same seats as last time, and it’s then that I also notice Dee and Jared didn’t follow us into the room. Turning to glance over my shoulder in search of them, I spot Dee out in the hallway, and Jared pulling the door shut, closing Ringo, Bobbi and I in with Devon and Griffin.
Why isn’t he in here too? Isn’t he part of the Marx crew? They call him Crow. And Hush is part of it too, right?
Shit. I don’t even know.
“So you were ambushed?” Griffin starts, pouring himself a whisky at the head of the table before offering the bottle to Ringo, which he declines with a shake of his head.
“Yep, someone gave up our location. Only Abbey, Daniel, Lewy and I knew where we were headed. The roads were dead. No one was following us, so it had to have been someone close.”
“I gotta be honest, I don’t see it being Lewy,” Griffin states, relaxing back in his seat before taking a sip of his drink. “He’s one of the most loyal guys I’ve met. He’s been completely transparent with us while we’ve been trying to piece together the warehouse raid.”
