My phone vibrated in my hand with an incoming text, most likely Carter sending me the video. “Do they know where she is?”
“They know she’s in Washington, and they’ve sent three of their guys. We need to get her to the safe house as soon as we can.”
He sounded concerned, which wasn’t a surprise. None of the guys would dare become complacent when it came to Freya.
They all thought of her as the unofficial good-luck charm of the office.
It started when she made one of my guys, Blake, late to a date. She’d stayed out longer than usual and, instead of going home, had taken a detour to a shoe shop.
Turned out she could spend almost two hours in there, trying on every pair of shoes they had to offer. Blake’s date got pissed when he was late and left. She then went out with his cousin. Not three weeks later, she tried to pin a pregnancy on the poor guy.
When shit hit the fan, we found out all she was looking for was someone to pay child support. Didn’t care who, considering she couldn’t remember who the father was.
The guys were convinced Freya had saved Blake from getting caught up in the mess.
There were a few smaller instances afterward that cemented her place as our good-luck charm.
Like the time she called the firefighters. The report we pulled off their computer said the call had been a false alarm. I still hadn’t found out why she’d called them, but it meant that instead of one guy, we had to have two in the office, one to keep an eye on the monitors, the other to hack into the system for the report.
One of them had an allergic reaction. If he’d been by himself, he’d have suffocated.
The list went on. Since it had been going on for a couple of years by that point, the whole office cared about Freya.
I was based in Chicago, and it was a pain in the ass to get the guys out to Washington while staying under the radar. But I always had a volunteer for the job, and we’d put together a roster that meant the guys only had to go once or twice a year.
My company had grown big enough that I had the manpower to always have someone here if I wanted to. Usually, her surveillance only included us watching monitors, but sometimes we came out to make sure everything was okay. Up until now, there hadn’t been a threat to her safety.
I took a deep breath, knowing I wouldn’t get much sleep tonight. “I want hourly updates.”
“You got it, boss,” Carter responded, and we hung up.
I dropped the phone back on the dresser, already making a list of things I had to do before getting Freya.
After unwrapping my hands, I opened my messages. The video was grainy, but I had no problem recognizing Liam going on a rampage.
I paused the video, and the still image on the screen showed him killing one of Cian’s main men.
Carter had pulled the footage before anyone had time to erase it. I cursed Liam for being so careless. If he wanted to kill an O’Donnell, he should have just hired a hit man for the job.
Or sent one of his brothers. They were excellent snipers, better than anyone I’d ever seen. And they were also skilled at hand-to-hand combat.
Liam was the heir to an empire. He should know better than to get caught doing the grunt work himself.
But why Liam had insisted on taking care of one of Cian’s main men was a question for another day. For now, I had to make sure we kept Freya safe.
I called Carter back, unable to wait any longer. “We’re moving out in an hour.”
Chapter4
Freya
When my alarmrang the next morning, I was still tired. That wasn’t unusual for me, since my mind refused to shut off, and I often tossed and turned all night.
My brothers would be rolling on the floor laughing if they saw me now. I used to be a spoiled princess who got everyone else to do things for her. Jude, my youngest brother, would usually stand guard while I got myself in trouble. And Liam, my oldest brother and heir to the family business, would usually catch us before anything happened, with my other brother, Gabriel, right behind him.
I missed my brothers fiercely, but they were as overbearing as older brothers could get. I was the youngest out of the four of us, and a girl. I never had a chance to live my own life. At least not until I took matters into my own hands and disappeared.
I’d gone to college to study graphic design, and even graduated, but had never used my degree until recently. Turned out I was pretty good at it and loved the work.
