A low whistle sounds out as the woman eyes us up and down. “Phew, if I wasn’t already satisfied in all the ways a woman can be satisfied, I’d be wanting to mount a few of you.” She gives us all a long look, up and down, “Maybe all of you.” She snorts before she spins on her black Doc Martens boots and skips off down the hall.
“Brothers, La Madrina.” Dex mutters.
“Or La Strega, whichever you prefer.” Omen grins.
“Wait, La Strega?” Damian says, brows jacked up to his hairline. “TheLa Strega?”
“You know her?” I ask.
“Cher, she the kind your maman warns you about. The kind come in the night and take you clean away.”
“Well, OK then,” Tank mutters, stomping down the hall, following La Strega or La Madrina or whoever the hell the emo woman is.
Shrugging, I follow after him, down the hall that looks as if it’s been decorated by an old lady, into a large room with oak panelling, and two desks. One has the woman sitting with her feet up on the desk, the other has Dima, looking more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. The darkness that seemed to cling to him is gone. As are the dark suits.
“I would say that it’s good to see you, however I know it’s not for a good reason,” Dima says, standing and moving to the front of his desk, offering his hand.
This is also new. The Dima I know is distant, stiff.
“Good to see you too,brat.” Omen says, knocking his hand out of the way and embracing him instead. Dima grins and pounds Omen on the back before greeting the rest of us.
“Sit, sit. My lovely lady and I have information for you.” We do as we’re told and all take a seat. Well all of us except Damian who stands spooked, in the corner.
“Information?” Dex asks, “So you’ve had visions?”
Dima tilts his head back and forth as he leans against his desk. “Visions yes, amongst other things.”
“He hears dead men's secrets.” La Strega wags her brows. “I gave him that little gift.”
Dima grins indulgently as his woman. “And I gave her the gift of sight.”
“Great, there’s two of ‘em now,” Fox mumbles.
Dex flashes him a look and waves at Dima to elaborate.
“Petrov is coming for the little girls. Three redhead and two dark.”
“Wait, what?” My head shoots up at that.
“No, he’s only after Addy, Bree and Kit. Hitchens has three daughters. Are you sure there’s two more?” Dex frowns.
“The fucker had two new orders placed. A brunette around three years of age, and black hair around two years old,” La Strega says, playing with a butterfly knife.
“He wants Laney-May and Little Bee,” Dima murmurs.
Scrubbing a hand down my face I let out a breath. This is not good. Marx is going to lose his absolute shit when he finds out and Chewy is going to go on a rampage.
“Anger will get you all through this,” Dima says, placing a hand on my shoulder and jerking me out of my thoughts. Fuck, I didn’t even notice him move. “Use the rage to protect your girls.” Dima’s dark eyes bore into mine before they lift and gaze around the room.
“He’s so fucking intense,” La Strega squeals and claps. “And, because I know my man thinks of you as family, he will go with you to defend your treasure.”
“Baby -”
“Go. They’ll need to know their secrets.” Dima nods once at his woman before he stalks across the room, yanking her up from her seat.
She wraps her legs around his waist and they start making out so intensely that I have to look away.
“Ah, we should give them some space,” Dex mutters as we shuffle toward the door.
