“Yes.” She tipped her chin.
Sage smirked. Ashley wasn’t just an ordinary girl—they’d worked side by side growing up. She knew her way around weapons, blades, and death.
Assassins meet assassins.
Ashley turned from Savage to him and glared. “I don’t need a keeper.”
“So says the woman who was tied to a chair,” Sage smirked.
She flipped him off.
He got up and crouched in front of her chair, taking her hands in his. She felt lighter than she should have.
“Just do me this one favor. Let them help. You know how many people your brother has at his disposal.”
She held his eyes. “He shot Rook.” Her gaze turned fierce. “You better k—” She cut off the word and glanced at the family huddled in the corner.
He knew what she’d been going to say.
You better kill him.
“I will.”
Later that night…
The penthouse had glass walls on three sides. The AC hit cool against his skin.
Below, the city burned—lights, motion—but it didn’t pull his focus.
Inside, everything was kind of chaotic. Not controlled. Expensive, but already looked lived in.
It worked. More importantly, it fit them all in one location without falling over each other.
A common area with suites of rooms connected. YA in one, Genesis splitting up the others. Space, but not distance.
He’d hated being apart from Law. Had Law felt it too? He must have—if the kiss they’d stolen earlier meant anything. Sage could still feel it, the reluctance to let him go, the quiet tenderness in the press of his lips.
His gaze moved slowly to the man sitting next to him.
Law—looking good enough to eat. Yeah…his body wasn’t helping. Sage adjusted himself beneath the table.
They sat at a large glass table in the living area. He sipped his coffee The brew was strong enough to wake him, not enough to help. He pushed his plate away.
“You’re not going to eat that?” Law eyed his bacon.
“Not a fan of breakfast for dinner.” Sage slid the plate over and smiled when Law finished his food.
“What’s the plan?” Boston said around a bite of food, coming out of the kitchen area.
“We’re waiting for help,” Law said.
“Help?” Boston snorted, stepping around Micah on his way into the open kitchen.
Rip was sprawled in a recliner, scrolling through online news on the TV’s app.
Sage sighed. “Daniel Voss has a whole network at his disposal, and you can bet money he’s already called them in for protection.”
“Okay…” Boston said with disbelief. “Let’s go get him.”
