“I already fucking have.”
“Would you die for her?”
“I already have,” he repeats.
“What would you give up to keep her safe?” I slip my phone into my pocket.
“My life,” he says without a second thought. “You will not take her back to that fucking place.”
“Easy now, I only want to have a conversation.” I hold my hands up. “How did you find Rowan?”
He just watches me. It’s annoying as fuck. Sasha will be getting hungry. She doesn’t do well around people. If his hesitation harms the only person I have left in my life, I’ll kill the cunt for taking more from me.
“Tick tock, Mr. Mannix. I’m sure you’d hate it if I ran out of patience.” Copying Rowan’s speech pattern feels too natural, but that’s a thought I can punish later.
“TRR,” he blurts out, staring at my pocket.
Ithinkhe’s staring at my pocket, anyway. It’s only when I try to catch his eyes I realize he’s avoiding the mask. He doesn’t want to see his reflection like I’ve begun to hate my own. In other circumstances, we’d be able to bond over our similarities. Not when he has everything I should. It was supposed to be Delilah who was saved, not him or the woman. It was supposed to be the two of us living happily, away from the fuckers.
“What’s TRR?” I ask.
A small crease forms between his brows as he looks to the side of my head, his breathing more erratic. “The Rainbow Rooms. They have an event tomorrow.”
The Good Samaritan lawyer isn’t as scared as he’s making himself out to be if he’s keeping tabs on Rowan. I take a step closer as I ask, “How do you know?”
Decker doesn’t move back or freeze; he stands his ground. I overestimated his fear, but he doesn’t have a weapon since he was in court earlier today. Instead, he has his own set of questions. “You’re not working with him, are you?”
“Does anyone really work with the Devil? Or are we all pawns in his path because the creator told him no?”
“I can help you.” He takes a step closer as he sags his shoulders to come across non-threatening. “I’ll give you everything I have, but you’re going to let my wife go first.”
“Or what?” I laugh. “Do you really believe you’re in a position, to what? Negotiate with me? Every man knows the bond of marriage is sacred.Iam the one in the position to sever yours. Not you.”
“Or I use the information I have to tell him one of his guards has gone rogue. He’s already hiding because people have gotten too close to killing him. What do you think will happen to you if he thinks it’s because someone betrayed him?”
Fuck, he knows it was me who helped the cunts. Is that why Rowan has hidden Delilah from me? He left Sasha too. She was starving when I found her using a hat she’d found in the snow in place of her mask.
“Give me all the details you have,” I say, stepping out of the way so he can go to his desk.
He nearly trips over his own feet in his haste to get to the other side of the room.
“Reach for a weapon, your wife dies.” I take my knife in one hand as he pulls different books off the shelves.
“I’m not risking her life.” More books clatter to the floor around his feet to reveal a small notch in the wall. There’s amuted green light inside of it, then the telltale click of a safe being unlocked as he reaches into it.
“Why would a lawyer have a hidden compartment?”Asher asks.“Kill him first.”
I shake my head, intrigued at what’s been hidden. There’s no self-preservation regarding my life when I’m more in love with the thought of death than existence.
“If you want to die, why are you looking for Delilah?”
I shrug.
“Do you think she’ll want you now? How much blood is on your hands, Kane? Think about it. Really think. If she thought I was a monster when I hadn’t taken a life, what will she think about you when you fucked them?”
Decker silences Asher as he turns with three sleek black external hard drives. “This is everything I have. It covers the last five years. Let my wife go, it’s yours.”
“Put them on the desk.” I gesture to it with my knife. “Then tie yourself to the table leg.” The handcuffs I found in his desk drawer are already on the floor waiting for him. He doesn’t waste my time as he drops the three drives on the glass desk then lowers to the floor, clicking the cuffs around his wrists with the chain threaded around the leg.
