Anticipation zipped through her.
“Harry said they’ve got a warehouse in Costa del Este. He went there today and saw Rex.”
Atlas inhaled, and his fingers tensed on her hip. “Then let’s go before he moves again.”
“Yeah, but it’s broad daylight,” Reaper said.
“So?” Viper volleyed. “I’m with Atlas. The longer we wait, the more chance he has to get away.”
Everyone looked at Rogue.
“We go now,” Rogue said.
She stiffened and wrapped her hand around Atlas’s bicep, worry channeling through her. The last time she’d left his side, someone had come after her. Had almost killed her.
His free hand folded over hers, gently squeezing. “What about Molly? We can’t leave her here.”
Molly lowered her gaze, avoiding the men’s eyes. Her cheeks burned under their focus.
“Someone needs to stay with her,” Viper said.
She pressed her lips together. The only man she wanted here was Atlas.
“Give me five minutes,” Atlas said crisply. He stood, took her fingers, and towed her into the bedroom with him.
As soon as he shut the door, she melted against him. “I’m scared.” Saying the words aloud felt ridiculous. But she couldn’t lift the fear crushing her chest.
She should be elated they’d found Rex. She was. However, there were so many uncertainties.
Atlas curled his knuckle under her chin and lifted her face to meet his. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You know that.”
She sighed. “It’s not that.”
He raised his eyebrows expectantly.
God, she could swim in his eyes for days without coming up for air. Just the sight of his stubble made her belly twitch with excitement, and the feel of his large, possessive hands was a permanency she needed in her life.
How could she tell him her deepest fear was that things would change between them? What would happen when these dire circumstances no longer tied them together?
To say she dreaded being safe from Rex sounded twisted even to her. There was no way she could admit that she wanted to stay huddled in a hotel with him for the rest of her days.
She might as well wear a giant red flag.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
He smirked. “Nothing’s gonna happen to me.”
“You don’t know that! I’m sure when things happen to people, it’s not because they walked through life saying ‘Something’s going to happen to me.’”
His smile grew. “All right. You’ve got me there. But if two bullets didn’t kill me, I don’t think much else will.”
She inhaled an irritated breath.
“Something else is on your mind.” He tugged her closer. “Give it up.”
She lowered her gaze, uncertainty weaving under her skin. “I guess it’s just fear of what happens next.” She bunched his shirt in her fist, gathering courage. “What changes.”
“You mean between us?”
