“Stay down,” he ordered.
Moments later, his voice filled the space. “They made an attempt at the impound lot.”
I lifted my head to see into the front, noting the phone pushed against his ear. The only person he would call was Ghost.
“We’re fine.” Then, “Yeah.” He made an angry sound. “I’m not sure about the plan.”
Plan? What plan?
“I’m just going to end all this myself. Right now.” The callous tone made me nervous, reminding me just how dangerous Kieran was.
Ghost said something I couldn’t hear that made Kieran’s hand clench around the steering wheel. “Fine. I’ll just take him with me.”
Ghost spoke again, and it only seemed to make Kieran more pissed off. “I know that! You can’t expect me to just let him go to work. I?—”
I popped up from the floor. “I’m going to work.”
“I told you to stay down,” Kieran barked.
I looked out the back window. Nothing appeared suspicious. Turning back, I said, “It’s too late for me to call off.”
“Someone just tried to kill you!” he retorted, taking another sharp turn, making my body sway.
“But they failed. Again. Am I supposed to hide forever? I have a job.”
“It’s a fish store, for fuck’s sake! It’s hardly essential personnel.”
“It’s essential to me.” Especially right now when everything was changing and felt out of control. The Neon Reef was a constant, a place that always made me feel at ease.
Kieran started to say something, but Ghost must have cut him off, making him sigh dramatically.
“Fine. See you then unless I tell you otherwise.” He tossed the phone into the cup holder and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“I’m sorry,” I said, crawling into the passenger seat and tucking my legs under me.This is a nice car.
“I told you to stay in the back.”
“But it’s too far from you.”
“At least scooch down,” he grumbled.
I wiggled lower in the seat and smiled.
“Why’re you sorry?” he asked.
“‘Cause I dragged you into my family drama.” So weird to think of it as family drama. I still wasn’t even convinced Matteo Salvatore was my father.
Kieran’s hand settled over my leg. “No one can make me do anything. I don’t go anywhere I don’t want to go.”
“The government made you their hitman,” I pointed out.
“I could have said no.”
“Yeah, and gone to jail. Or gotten killed.”
“Shitty choices are still choices.”
“This conversation is stupid,” I muttered, turning to look out the window. I didn’t even know what part of the city we were in.
