I pull out my phone, cutting the tip of my finger as I swipe the screen to life. "I have a text from him thanking me for the visit. He said he’s looking forward to our last Sunday together next week."
Miller looks over my shoulder, his jaw tensing. "It could be a lie."
"I think what he did today deeply satisfied him, even with you pissing him off, I still think he's temporarily satiated." I wouldn't be surprised if Ricardo went somewhere more private to masturbate after beating me and his daughter up. He's a deeply twisted man and he seems to get off on hurting women.
"Sick fuck," Alec murmurs.
"I'm going to have someone trail him, that's the only way we'll know for sure. I don't feel comfortable with you out and about without being certain of where he is. I won't put you at risk like that. I shouldn't have allowed you to go today." Miller's fingers twitch like he's refraining from making a fist. He does that a lot, leading me to believe he's often on the brink of exploding with rage.
"Where's Silver?" I ask.
"Doing what we talked about." Miller focuses on Alec for a second. "I think I'm going to take her with me."
"Uh, hello, she's standing right here." I snap my fingers between them.
The two of them face each other with me on the outside in the middle.
They're both about the same height, making me practically crane my neck to glance up at them.
They share similar qualities but are somehow so different. Alec's skin tone is a bit more olive and darker than Miller's, and Alec's hair, scruff, and eyes are all brown. Miller's hair is lighter, and his eyes are bright blue. They're both strong, Alec's muscles showing a bit more than Miller's. They're equally capable of being models, or at least thirst traps on the internet. How I got them both interested in me, I'll never know.
"Are you listening?" Alec says and snaps me out of my trance.
"Uh, what?"
His lips turn up into a grin. "What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing, why, what's up? What's the plan?"
"You're going with him," Miller tells me. "For now. He's going to take you to The Wellerton, and you'll wait until I arrive. You'll stay with me tonight."
"I have to work tomorrow," I blurt out without much thought.
"Take a sick day," Miller suggests.
Only, I'm not so sure it's a suggestion as much as it is a demand.
"I mean..." I rub my neck and consider my options. "I guess I could tell them I'm working at The Wellerton tomorrow. And I very well could."
"Perfect, there you go," Miller says.
"But wait, I thought I wasn't supposed to go with you. Why are we changing things now? And what will we do about my stuff? I don't have things at your place. Doyoueven have things at your place? I don't thinkanyonehas moved into their units yet, is that even allowed?"
Miller shoves his hand into his pocket, leaving his thumb out as he faces me. "You do realize I own the building, don't you? If I wanted to kick every single person out of it, I could. It's ours."
Something about the way he says that last word sends a rush of heat over my body.
Ours.
He didn't mean it the way my first instinct took it, but it's still nice to pretend.
"And as for your things, that will be taken care of, don't worry," he adds.
Alec stands there patiently like a well-obedient dog. It's sort of adorable how he's willing to roll with whatever, but also has a completely unhinged side that makes him want to brutally murder Ricardo. It's romantic, if you ask me.
"What about London?" I ask, the idea of not knowing if she's going to make it still eating at me.
"I will make a call and verify that we are the first to find out when she's out of surgery." Miller dodges each of my questions with an answer that pacifies all my worries.
