“That would just make him hate Ambrose, and we have to work together.” I scoop him into my arms and head in the opposite direction of Ambrose. We have paperwork to fill out for his registration.
Fine, I’ll tell Remy. He’ll just take off his ear to serve as a warning instead of killing him.
I pause and look down at Percy. “You think Grayson is more dangerous than Remy?”
Without a doubt. Remy is confident he can keep you, while Grayson is willing to do anything to make sure he does.
That actually kind of makes sense, which is a little disturbing. “What about Felix?”
He would never see Felix coming.I swear I hear a smile in Percy’s tone.
“No wonder you like him so much.” I snort, then resume walking toward the elevator.
* * *
“I’m shockedyour dad went for it.” Remy leans back after cleaning his plate. I’m still nibbling on my second helping of bacon cheeseburger meatloaf. It’s delicious, but I think I’m going to snip Percy’s tail next time I see him. Remy keeps making my portions bigger and bigger.
“He wasn’t thrilled, but he knows it’s probably the quickest way to get rid of Bursa.” I just finished filling them in about Lewis’ plan, informing them I’m getting a few days off.
“I’m talking more about you. Nobody thinks you should be at this safe house too?” Remy says, nudging my plate closer to me, urging me to keep eating.
“I’m not the target, Belinda is. Besides, I told them I would be safe here with you guys. I can find another place to stay if you’re worried he’s going to come here.”
Yes, Agent Decker did volunteer his place,Percy chimes in. Hexes, he likes to stir shit up.
“Agent Decker, the guy you work with who was at the police station?” Felix looks over at Remy and Grayson.
“Why are you mentioning Mr. Steal?” Remy pulls a face, telling me just how much he likes this being brought up.
“His name is Ambrose Decker. Not Mr. Steal,” I correct. “He only offered for me to stay with him to be polite.”
“Oh, sure, he was just being nice,” Remy scoffs. “I didn’t forget his name. We all know he wouldratherbe Mr. Steal Your Girl. He’s the kind of dude who just sits back and waits for you to fuck up so he can pounce.”
I give Remy a droll stare. “Are you planning on fucking something up?” I realize that’s a loaded question when Remy’s brows jump high on his forehead.
Gray is the one to answer. “Nobody is fucking anything up. And we trust you.” He says the second part slowly while sneaking a quick look at Felix as if he’s checking if that’s the right thing to say.
I pretend I can’t see Felix’s tiny nod in encouragement. Knowing Gray is making an effort is sweet, and it makes me a little swoony. When his sharp jaw tics as if he’s clenching his teeth, it reminds me there’s a little more grit under that boyish sweetness now.
“We’re not worried about him coming here, we’re just worried in general, but I’d rather have you here than in some fake safe house anyway,” Felix chimes in.
Remy steeples his fingers after placing his elbows on the table. “Days of being trapped in the house with nowhere to go… Whatever will we do?” His voice is light and airy, making it clear he’s teasing, but the way he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip and his eyelids droop shows he knows exactly what he would like to do.
“I’m not under house arrest.” I smirk in response. “You guys don’t need to babysit me either.”
Felix rises from the booth, taking his plate over to the sink. “How many times has stuff like this happened before?” he asks after turning around to face the table again.
“With work?” I question, even though I know that’s what he means. “It hasn’t.”
“But what you do is dangerous?” Felix challenges, disguising his statement as a question.
“What are you getting at?” I ask. I can tell he’s leading somewhere with this.
“Being with you and making sure you’re safe isn’t babysitting. It goes deeper than that, and you know it,” he replies, still watching me.
“I know that, Felix. I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t live your lives.” I take turns looking at each of them.
“It’s tough knowing you could be in danger and we have to let you go.” He takes in a deep breath as if he’s preparing for something. “So maybe you could give a little too. Let us be a little overbearing for a minute. We just got you back,” he finishes.
