“What’s going on,” I asked, my panic full-blown. “Who’s Zena?”
“Give me a sec, and I’ll explain,” he grabbed his phone off the table we’d been sitting at and within seconds of dialing, someone answered, “Ray. You’re not going to believe this.”
After the call, he turned to me. “Sit. I’ll explain. Rayden’s on his way.”
Zayne
THREE MONTHS LATER, one week later and just outside Enigma.
I watched her...Beautiful Ashrika.
The angel who’d come into my life for the wrong reasons and ended up staying for the right ones. The woman who’d given me a chance to live, love, smile, and be whole again. The woman who’d made my smoke and mirrors past, solid, defined, and acceptable. And the woman who should’ve been mine. Still, she was with whom she belonged.
Trent Shaw.
A formidable opponent and an admirable friend, two things I would’ve never hoped to encounter in my life. But I did. Our tango for the love of a woman was worth every damn step. Grinning, I stared, waiting to see his response. He looked up and glanced around as if he knew they were being watched before his gaze zeroed in on me. He smiled like he could see me.
“When are you going to start living?”
I turned to find Tia at my rear. “I am living.”
“By spending every day here, watching over her,” she snorted. I knew she meant well. “It’s been three months, Zayne.”
I nodded and smiled at the one woman I could trust with my life. Katarina Petrov aka Tia Ramone, my friend, my partner, and Ashrika’s bodyguard. “I saw your little scare tactic outside the bathrooms, just now. I’m guessing Rika didn’t see you threaten him.” She nodded. “Did the fucker recognize you?”
“He did.”
“Think he’s going to be a problem for her?” I never trusted those fuckers.
“I think they’ve got their hands full already.”
I frowned. “Who is she?”
“Zena Sen.”
“The dead girl?” I asked. Tia nodded. “Do we need to get involved?”
