Nash kissed Abi’s temple and addressed the anxiety Nash knew Abi felt. The fear was practically a scream through their link. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Abi didn’t contradict him.
“Not after we take out Mallor and his sicko shithead cronies.” Nash turned to face him, making Abi meet his gaze. “Not now. Not ever.”
Abi drew his eyebrows together and bit his lip. “It’s just…it’s hard to believe. No one sticks. But I’m trying. I promise.”
“I’m glue, remember. Like Gorilla Glue, but better because I’m a possessive, protective dragon. That means I’m not going anywhere until death do us part.”
Abi smirked. “Dragon glue.”
Nash winked. “That’s right.”
“Not now. Not ever.” Abi smiled.
They made their way inside, which made Nash feel better. Crossing the parking lot left them exposed. They would need to be more careful from now on. Who knew how Mallor would react? He’d be stupid to even go to the club, but Nash would bet he’d end up there. It wouldn’t matter if Abi dropped Sylvain’s name. Mallor thought his money had bought loyalty. He had a lot of friends and associates who were exactly like him. They were all slaves to their sick depravities. So Mallor would show up. He’d ask all his associates to come to his rescue, and they would if he didn’t tell them who the enemy was. And that was exactly what they were counting on.
Chapter Twenty-One
Nash made the call while Abi spoke with Sylvain via the internal link.Where should I send my plane?
Nash didn’t like having an internal link with anyone else besides Abi, but it was handy. It felt like a betrayal, as though he were fucking around with someone else. It felt wrong, but it was necessary if they wanted to get Daruss and the rest of the family there in a timely manner.
Nash gave Sylvain the name of a neighboring town to Wingspan with a larger airport.
Daruss answered on the second ring. “Hey, man. You need to call more often. I worry.”
“Okay, Father Daruss.”
“You make me sound like a fucking priest.”
“You’re the furthest thing from it.”
Daruss chuckled. “No shit.”
“I need the familyhere.”
“And where is here?”
Nash gave his location. “Sylvain has a private jet. He’s sending it to Benson Harbor Airport.”
Daruss cursed. “Fucking Spider Sylvain. Are you fucking serious? We’re already in deep with that family.”
That had been how Nash saw it until he met Abi in the foyer of Spider’s gigantic mansion. Abi changed things. “I met my mate.”
Abi turned to him, making it obvious that he was listening, so Nash put the phone on speaker. Abi sat in the middle of the bed. His cheeks turned pretty pink, and he smiled as if Nash had given him a gift.
“Yeah? Congratulations. I hope he’s as sassy as my Jude. A sassy boy would balance you out, man.”
Nash chuckled. “He is. And then some. He’s perfect.”
“And I hope he’s smarter than you, like my Raylee is smarter than me.”
“Also, yes. Not that I’m a genius or anything.”
“You’re smarter than most of us. That’s what makes you a good infiltrator.” Daruss might think so, but Nash disagreed. He was good at his job because he blended into just about any environment. But Abi was smarter than him at almost everything else.
“Being ordinary makes me a good infiltrator.”
