Then again, what if he had commissioned Tommy and his goons to help find Naomi?
Is she part of the code they’re speaking?
It all felt so far-fetched, but I couldn’t deny what I had just seen. Gordon was wrapped up in the mafia, and I had to tell the guys. So, I waited for that pathetic excuse for a man to gather himself. He pulled himself up off the ground, tumbled back into his Subaru, and eased on down the alleyway, not stopping until he turned back onto the main road.
Which gave me the opening I needed to get off that damn building.
I had to get back to the guys.
I had to tell them what I had seen.
And I had to figure out if Naomi knew any of this about her fiancée before I pursued it further.
14
TROOPER
“Ranger!?”
I cupped my hands over my mouth before I drew in a deep breath.
“Range! The hell are you, man!?”
I groaned as I slid down the banister of the stairs. I don’t know where in the world that man had gotten off to, but I needed his geese-poop-scooping expertise. Those assholes were back, and I’d be damned if I was going to scrape that shit off the deck when it was his turn to do so.
“Range!” I exclaimed as I turned down the hallway. “Range, you down here!?”
Soft snores came from behind the panel to my left and I grinned as I raised my hand. I pressed it against the panel, hearing it click and snap into place. I shoved my hand up, watching it roll up into the wall itself before I turned, figuring I’d find Range spread out along the couch snoring his balls off.
But instead, I found Naomi curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly with a blanket tucked around her body.
“Well, then,” I said with a chuckle, “at least someone took my advice.”
Still, I couldn’t leave her there. Well, I could, but if Ranger found her, he’d roll her ass off the couch before kicking her out into the hallway. He was really possessive over that fucking couch. So, I walked over and scooped her luscious body into my arms.
“So soft for me,” I said as I cradled her close.
She nestled her head against my shoulder and the shiver that worked its way down my spine held my dick hostage. I focused my sights on the basement, easing on down the steps until I came to the edge of her bed. Laying her down turned into my lips gracing her forehead, and I swear to hell on high I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with her and whisper all of the nasty things I wanted to do to her in her ear.
But, just as I reached for the blanket to tuck her in, I found Ranger.
Or, rather, Ranger found me.
“Hey, Troop.”
I tossed the blanket over Naomi and spun around to find him sticking his head into the doorway. “You know I was calling for you earlier, right?”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to talk to you. Anyway, Dutch is back. Says it’s urgent.”
I scoffed. “Seriously? You ignored me the entire time?”
He disappeared up the stairs. “Now, Trooper.”
I rolled my eyes and peeked over my shoulder at Naomi one last time. She looked so peaceful, with her lips softly puckered and her cheek smushed into the pillow. She looked so inviting, and I had to shove my hand into my pants to rearrange my dick.
After all, an erection pressed against a zipper isn’t the most comfortable thing in the entire world.
Bet her pussy is, though.
