This is what I call the critical time.
If that asshole Dom is going to make his move, then he will do it soon.
He has to know we're looking for him.
What he needs to understand is that going away is his best option over anything else.
But between work—because I'm still the CEO until I sell it back to Louie—and my real job, Cade, Silas, and I are having a hard time finding fucking Rebecci.
Because my place is a full house, we use another, smaller hub in Queens, at Silas's place. It's fine by me, and I'm here, after work, sipping the whiskey on the table in the workroom.
I keep checking my phone to see if Lyndall has responded to my last text. I already know everything is fine. The Syndicate guy Zayne sent into the house with a food delivery has already reported back that things are good.
But my sister doesn't respond this time.
Which irks me.
Scowling, I send another text.
Me
Well?
Finally, she gets back to me.
Lyndall
All's good, just like it was twenty minutes ago.
Me
You took your time.
Lyndall
Nothing's changed.
Me
Double lessons tomorrow.
Lyndall
If you want to know how Lola is, check on her yourself. She's your girlfriend.
Me
She isn't.
Lyndall
She shouldn't be. Locking her up...
I sigh.
Me
She hasn't snuck out.
