That’s ayes.
“Describe him to me.”
She shakes her head. “He’s dead. You killed him.”
I ignore the stab in her gaze and focus on this clearly important information.
If Trinity spotted the guy who was following her at that construction site, that confirms that the Russians were on her trail before I even snatched her. They’ve probably been on my trail too…
They knew the drop-off location. They were organized, efficient, and prepared. No match for me, but that’s beside the point.
The point is that Trinity’s at the center of something that may be much bigger than Declan’s plot to manipulate Finn Gallagher.
My father’s desire to target Trinity makes sense. We’re already here, close to her college, and we’ve got significant history with the Irish Kings. The Russians, though?
They went so far out of their way to snag her.
All this time, I’ve regarded Trinity as a means to an end. But what if sheisthe end? What if kidnapping her is the goal and this isn’t about Finn at all?
The Russians sure asshittried to hunt Trinity down. Though they claimed they wanted her alive, they demonstrated a sloppy disregard for her life. This morning, I assumed they viewed her as a pathway to Finn, like Declan does.
But maybe her actual survival doesn’t matter as much to them as it does to us.
Why, though?
As Port Kings, we have beef with the NYC Gallaghers.
What’s the Russians’ rationale?
“I’m fairly certain those were Andrei Kruschev’s men.” I’m taking a risk by letting her in on a bit of what I know. Luckily, my gamble pays off immediately since recognition blanches her face.
A new kind of fear creeps into her expression.
I crack my knuckles. “You know who he is, then?”
She jumps at the noise but nods, cradling herself with her arms. “I’ve heard the name.”
“If you know who he is, then you know he doesn’t make mistakes. Seems that Andrei wants you. Why?”
Trinity shakes her head again, her voice meek. “I have no idea.”
“If it’s not you, then it’s something you have…” I scrub a hand over my stubble, noticing I could use a shave. “But what could you possibly have that’s worth turning Koreatown into a war zone?” I drift closer, my eyes flicking over her body.
Trinity averts her own gaze, but I can tell I’ve hit a nerve.
She knows why all of this is happening. Or she at least has some idea.
Maybe she didn’t before, but the pieces finally seem to be clicking behind those green eyes.
I lean forward, with my elbows balanced on my knees.
“Tell me, Trinity.” I lower my voice to a dangerous whisper. “Or the next time they show up, I might just let them have you.”
She recoils from my threat, shrinking deeper into the chair.
I know I’m close to winning.
But then she straightens up, forcing poise back into her posture as she glares. “You know, for an enforcer, you’re surprisingly easy to read.”
