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But I could only imagine how much ranting and raving he’d needed to do over the last several months to get to the point where he was now. Still tense. Still barely holding it together. But determined to make this work if Lore couldn’t be reasoned with.
“And I… sorry,” he said, brows scrunched when his phone started to ring.
Seeing as most of the Family was here, and Giana was upstairs with the kids, it was odd for him to be getting a call.
His brows were furrowed as he swiped to answer the call. “Hello? What? When? Who?” he asked, getting tenser with each word he barked into the phone. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll send a crew. A few hours. Yeah.”
He hung up, brows pinched.
“That was Dr. Giordano,” he said, and I felt my fucking stomach bottom out at the sound of a name that was very familiar. A man I’d spoken to on the phone just a few weeks ago. To get a script.
For Millie.
“He was attacked by—“ Lorenzo started.
I didn’t hear the rest of whatever he was about to say.
I turned and flew out of the door, rushing toward the car my brother and Miko had stepped out of a while before. With Nero behind the wheel.
“My place. Drive,” I barked, panic swirling my system.
It wasn’t a coincidence.
It couldn’t be.
Somehow, someway, Neeley had tracked down the script.
From there, he would have paid a visit to the doctor. And tortured the information out of him.
My name.
That was all he would have needed.
My name.
Then he would trace me to my apartment.
And right to Millie.
“Fucking faster,” I growled, slamming a fist onto the dash as I ignored my phones rings, the screen lighting up with my brother’s name, then Lorenzo’s.
I didn’t have time for them.
I had to get to Millie.
Get her safe.
Before it was too late.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Millie
My thighs were burning.
And it wasn’t the walk Storm was practically pulling me on, eager to smell all the scents, and pee on all of the trees. Shameless, he was.
“Buddy, ease up,” I pleaded, wrapping his leash around my hand one more time to shorten it up a bit. “Mommy is having some… adult fun-time-related injuries,” I said, thinking of the activities that led to my sore muscles.
