Page 11 of Searing Passion


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The moment he’s gone, Karlee slams the door and stalks up to me, her hair a mess from where I grabbed her. And those legs . . . long, slender. Perfection. “You’re a psychotic weirdo. You?—”

“Throw childish insults at me and pack, okay?” I check my watch. “I’ve got fucking things to do.”

“So do I. And?—”

“What?” I smile and finger the long, wavy purple streak in her hair. “Cramping your style? Interfering with your dates and social life?”

“Sammy’s a friend.”

“I don’t care. You think I want to be here fucking babysitting you? On the list of things I don’t enjoy, babysitting a spoiled rotten brat with an Everest attitude is fucking right down there below torture. But here I am.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Makes two of us.”

She smirks. “You don’t like you?”

“I’m good with me, Karlee, it’s you. And I really don’t give a fuck how you feel about me. This is happening. Make it easy orhard. Up to you, but you reap exactly what you sow, so I suggest easy.”

“You’re a bastard.”

“Pack.”

She stomps off, and I check the house. I really do have things to do. And a sassy brat isn’t helping. She riles me in the ways I don’t like.

Looking around the space, I notice things are where I put them, the kind of things someone who might break in during the day could move, but nothing has been shifted.

Three days into this, and it’s clear it’s not going to work. Not with her class load and not with spring break coming up.

If I thought this was just a matter of watching Fallon’s kid sister, it wouldn’t be a problem, but he mentioned Smith Group.

It’s something I can’t dismiss.

My phone starts vibrating, and I make my way to the hall where I can watch exits. I have security in a car outside, I’m not a fucking idiot. She’s a goddamn handful. She needs more than one set of eyes on her in this kind of setup. That won’t change, but more control from my end will mean less need to be in every fucking place at once. I hope.

I fit in my Bluetooth earbud and answer.

“What’s the word, Tizio?” Nicolo asks.

“She’s still breathing.”

In the background fucking Diego snorts. I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“I need you both to go to Arizona with Leo and Christian. It should be an easy job, but be on the lookout.” I glance up at her shut door. “On all fronts.”

“We’ll leave everything we have for you at your place?” Nicolo frames it as a question, but it isn’t, more he’s letting me know he’s on it. “And if we hear of any missing girls in Flagstaff?”

“Log it for me.”

When I hang up, I knock on her door.

“Go away!”

At least she didn’t try to sneak out her window. Of course, she’d have tripped the silent alarm, and my security would have caught her and told me, but I think I might need top-of-the-line here.

A dedicated news feed lights up my phone. Another girl. What I’d like is something to trawl all the services, including cops and hospitals, as well as news feeds to get me everything that might be important. But the girls, El Cabeza, Lowlanders, and Smith Family are as far as our people can get it.

Clunky because a lot of it isn’t relevant, but I’ll take every bit.

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