Which wasfuckingannoying because it was making it difficult for me to keep my promise to Ryan that I would text him regularly.
My heart broke every time I managed to get back to the G-Wagon and found multiple missed messages from my ginger snap.
He wanted me to come see him.
He was worried about me…
It was so strange and new. Sure, Naomi and Cass cared about me, but it wasn’t the same. Neither of them checked in on me like this when I was on a mission, and it was heartwarming asfuckthat Ryan was. It was also making me feel super fucking guilty about not being able to see him.
But as badly as I wanted to just sayfuck itand go to him, we couldn’t let these guys murder this fuckhole. Damian was beginning to lose patience with us. Ryan’s texts weren’t the only ones waiting for me whenever I had a chance to check my phone. I often had one or two from Daddy Asshole as well.
Damian:
Don’t disappoint me, Mr. Walker. It would be a shame if I needed to order you back for recalibration.
My eye twitched whenever I got one of these messages. I hadn’t needed to be‘recalibrated’since I was a child. I didn’t really have any desire to go through that experience again, so when we hit day four, and these guys still hadn’t made a move, I was feeling all kinds of irritated.
“Maybe we’re wrong. Maybe this dude isn’t actually their mark,” I muttered. Vox and I were sitting in a cafe, watching Defense Attorney Dillan Zanetti order a fucking bagel.
Really riveting stuff.
Vox raised an eyebrow at me and shook his head. He was telling me he disagreed. This guy was definitely our target’s mark.
I groaned and slumped in my chair.
“It’s been four fucking days. I’m sick of this. This dude isn’t even interesting. The closest thing he’s done to anythingsomewhat questionable was pick his nose in his car the other day. Like, buddy, at least do it in private,” I grumbled.
Vox shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to back down.
I rolled my eyes. “I know, I know. It’s part of the job. But we have to dosomething. They’re clearly not moving on this guy.”
Vox pinned me with a knowing glare and made that dick-sucking motion again, indicating that he knew exactly why I was being so irritable.
“Well, yeah. I miss him. I haven’t seen him in four days, and I can barely even text him while we’re out here.”
Vox shook his head in warning, and I sighed.
“Come on, Voxy. Maybe we can just swing by Fairview so I can say a quick hi? Maybe while buddy is on his movie date?”
Zanetti was meeting up with his wife after his bagel for a matinee. We’d heard him talking on his phone while we tailed him in here.
Vox pursed his lips, and his silver eyes burned with annoyance. He didn’t think it was a good idea.
“Come on, even for professionals, it would be hard as fuck to off someone in a movie theatre. Especially a grown man. We won’t stay long. I just want to show my face, and then we can go back out.”
Vox just glared at me, and I batted my eyelashes back at him.
“Puh-leaaaaseeeee Voxy? The theater is just around the corner from Fairview. Give me five minutes with him, then we can get back on this guy’s ass.”
Vox let out a silent sigh and shook his head, though this head shake was in resignation.
He held up three fingers and gave me his most stern, sexy vampire look.
I perked up, grinning at him like crazy.
“Ok, sure, three minutes. I’ll take it!”
He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifted up.
