“I’m just kidding. It is a cute ass.”
He nods, a little smirk creeping onto his face. “So, will you bring him to my Halloween party?” Tobias asks, waggling his brows.
His Halloween party is part costume ball, part orgy, and I’m not sure I want to take Felix. “We’ll see.”
“C’mon,” Tobias whines. “I want to see him again—congratulate him on tamingtheTorren Kay.”
I huff a sardonic laugh. “Well, I haven’t actually said the words tohimyet.”
He raises a brow. “You should work on that.”
Yeah…
My phone buzzes, and when I check, I see it’s the man of the hour.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” Felix says with a shaky voice.
I know instantly that something is wrong. The tentativeness of his voice, his shaky breath, none of it sounds like Felix. “What is it? Talk to me.”
He clears his throat. “Um…am I interrupting?”
“Of course, not. What is it?”
Felix takes a deep breath. “I’m in front ofCafe Bomberino’s.Could you pick me up?”
I’m out of my chair in an instant, hurrying out of the office, with Tobias hot on my trail. “I’ll be there in five minutes. Sit tight.”
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I stop, stunned by how broken he sounds. “What happened?” I press.
There’s a pause, followed by a sigh. “We’ll talk when you pick me up, okay?”
“On my way.” I hang up the phone and shove it into my pocket.
“What’s up?” Tobias asks.
“I don’t know, but he sounded off. Something’s wrong.”
“Need back-up?” he asks. “I can have some of the guys follow.”
We walk down the hallway, and I shake my head. “Not yet, but I’ll let you know.”
Tobias nods. We descend the stairs, and I bolt to the exit, but Tobias says, “Hey!” I stop and turn to him. “I’m really happy for you, Torren.”
I smile and tap my fist on my heart. “Thank you.”
“Tell me if you need back-up.”
“Will do.” Once outside, I board my bike and twist the throttle, racing down side streets to get to Felix.
Chapter 33
Torren
I turn onto Main Street and spotCafe Bomberino’ssign. It’s black with green lettering designed to look like grape vines. My eyes scan the area and find Felix sitting on the sidewalk, looking at his shoes. His head turns my way as my bike approaches, his eyes sad and downtrodden. My bike comes to a stop just beside him.
