kryptonite - 3 doors down
Hangingupthephone,I toss it across the desk in my office, releasing a sigh and running a hand through my hair, crushing the cigarette out with the other.
Indie taps her nails across my desk, her ass perched on the opposite edge as she stares down at me with impatient eyes. “Well?”
“Most had left, one was in the process, and the other didn’t want to leave her family behind. He’s working on it.”
I watch her shoulders relax, but her brow is still dipped. “I suppose that’s better than none of them leaving.”
My fingers work against the keys of the keyboard, emailing Dawson to confirm the transfer for the one that’s staggering.
Indie and Regina have given all the money they had tied up in an account held aside in case shit went south. I added another million from my own blood money to make sure they heeded her warning, and allowed the last to take her family with her.
“Did he say anything about how they reacted?” she asks, biting her nail as she watches me.
I shake my head. “Never mentioned any issues. Regina went out to talk alone.”
She drops her hands in her lap. “I’ll ask her when we get back.”
My jaw flexes. Tomorrow night, we’ll be leaving to begin the journey across the state to her sister’s house. It’s the viper’s den, but if anything goes south?
I’ll turn it into the devil’s playpen.
My gaze travels along her, dressed in my sweatpants and hoodie. Her hands wring in her lap, then relax, then clench again. She’ll never admit it, but the thought of tomorrow is eating her from the inside out.
“Come here, darling.” I hold out my hand to beckon her with my fingers.
She walks over to me and settles in my lap, straddling my thighs. Her fingers toy with the strap of my vest, quiet eyes zoned in when she speaks. “Did you tell your dad about what Jenna said?”
“I did.”
Malcolm hasn’t stepped foot in the states for almost seven years; he’s mostly been overseas. Working between countries where he has connections, gathering our most brutal and loyal of ouremployees. Ultio isn’t filled with homicidal maniacs, but they’re definitely the kind of people you’d sleep better knowing they were for and not against you.
The veterans he’s gathered here were through the help of a friend.
“What did he say?” she asks, peeking up at me through her thick lashes.
“Now that we’ve got Jenna to safety, he’s coming to the Pit with more men. He’ll arrive the day after we get back from your sister’s.”
My dad’s managed to secure a decent amount to add to Ultio. It’s not a full-scale army, but enough to cushion us for what lies ahead. Mixing between the legit and criminal side of things. The men he’s flying in are usually based in his London company, tying up loose ends before they head over here to assist the Pit, whilst the rest of us travel to Harriston.
“Is he going to stay long?” she asks, flickering her eyes up at me.
I groan, “Unfortunately.”
I tell her about our inconvenient call yesterday, right about when I was about to fuck her near that entrance way. And to piss me off even more, the first thing he barked was to make sure his room here was ready.
He’s fully up to speed on where we are, and as much as his demands piss me off, him going back to our home isn’t wise.
The Omnia have no idea right now who my dad and Ireallyare, what invisible thread ties us to them. We’re not stupid enough to ignore that now they have my name and face, they’ll dig.
They’ll trace our home first, then link me to my father and his legitimate company. Before we know it, they’ll realise I’m not some rogue punk looking to bring down the corruption in his hometown.
They’ll know the parts he played to get me where I am, and if they dig deeper, all the hidden strings will rise to the surface, connecting us all in ways they wouldn’t have ever imagined.
“What’s wrong with that? It’s your dad,” she asks, no longer distracting herself with my vest, her soft skin brushing the side of my neck as she wraps her hands behind it.
“Nothing. Just when he’s here, he takes up all my time.”
