“Do you want me to?” I ask shyly.
“Your dick is still inside of me, Big Guy. I’m pretty sure that’s a yes,” she smirks. “Let’s make it happen.”
“Fuck, I love you,” I growl, hugging her gently as I kiss her.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “Thank you for reminding me of what’s important. Both of you.”
Harlan smiles as he plays with a loose curl that fell from her bun.
“I swear, you don’t see what we do. I need to make sure that changes. You’re a light that people follow, even when you’re grumpy,” he says.
Wrinkling her nose at him, she shifts slightly on my lap.
“I need a clean up on aisle one please,” she jokes. “I’m a mess.”
“As long as you’re our mess, that’s fine,” Harlan winks, getting up to grab the tissue box.
Silva’s eyes meet mine in wonder, and I kiss her nose.
“He’s ready when you are,” I whisper. “That alpha is gone for you.”
I don’t get a chance to say anything more before Harlan comes back with tissues. I have no doubt that when those two officially collide, it’ll be explosive.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kyren
“Ifound Maeve,” I announce, my eyes never leaving the screen as I watch her leave Club Blue Light and get into a car with guards.
It’s obviously a play on the red lights district, but I can’t find it in me to be amused. Bad shit happens behind those doors, and I’m finding myself more than concerned.
Brows knitting, I use the video traffic cameras to follow her back to where she’s staying.
“Really?” Syrus asks softly, almost not wanting to talk as if that’ll make her magically disappear.
I’m not going to let that happen now that I’ve found her. Having the name of who originally bought her to start from was helpful. It’s where I first began my search to find his sister, but Heath doesn’t have much of a digital footprint.
All of his purchases are under a ghost umbrella organization. Gideon was an asshole, and put the transaction with Heath under his name as well as the ghost organization instead. Iexpect that it was also done this way for his own records, and also for blackmail purposes if it ever came to that.
Gideon Henderson’s very particular ways for doing business are a godsend in this instance, as he also listed Heath’s last known location as well. I hope wherever he is in the afterlife is very uncomfortable for him.
“Yeah,” I reply to Syrus. “I’ve been scouring cameras in New Mexico for days with her last known photo, but she’s changed a lot. Her hair is still dark, but it appears that she’s had some cosmetic surgery. The club she’s working at has a certain look it likes for their dancers.”
“Kyren,” Syrus says, and my name has a sudden weight it’s never had before.
“I know,” I say, my throat working around a lump.
Lock it down.It’s something I have to continually tell myself, because Maeve has lost so much of her life.
“From what I’m seeing, none of the dancers are at the club of their own free will. They’re all owned by the men who own the club. Heath is a silent investor under his umbrella company, and has been for about a year. It appears that he gave Maeve to them. She could have pissed him off, or perhaps he got bored of her. I’m also looking into any known records of how long she’s been working here, but there’s no real way to know since written documentation is scarce,” I admit. “It could have been when he bought in or some time after. The cameras don’t keep recordings for long, which means that I can’t look back very far. Based on the recording I have access to now, it appears that she dances for several hours, does other work for the club, and then is picked up by a car. The encryption and access points to their security is terrible when they’re hiding so much. I’m attempting to track the vehicle back to where she’s staying.”
“There’s a lot you’re not saying,” Syrus murmurs.
Silva presses herself against Syrus, and I can see that’s the only thing keeping him from breaking things. Maeve doesn’t only dance at this club, but that could be our way in if we need it. Our girl still isn’t a hundred percent, and that’s my next concern.
“Now that I’ve found Maeve, I don’t want to wait long to extract her. The club is only a six hour drive. We can get together our supplies while I map out the areas we’ll be entering. However?—”
“I can’t go with you,” Silva says quietly. “I’ll be someone you worry about and I won’t do that to you. I’ll be safer in Widows Peak and my ribs aren’t completely healed either.”
