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It would take a damn big militia to get past the acolytes, but they weren’t just people in robes. They were family, too. We couldn’t risk their lives just cuz they’d happily die protecting our more than capable asses.
The Badlands was more than just the compound, though, and we couldn’t stay locked up forever.
With Romero’s kid here, Grimm’s baking in the oven, and me possibly having one of my own, we couldn’t afford to sit by and wait to strike out even the smallest threat.
Plus, the fun for me was in the carnage.
“I got an errand I need you to run,” Romero said, drawing me out of my mental tangent.
He passed Adelaide back to Cali, dropped a kiss on her lips, and motioned for me to follow him.
The second we stepped outside, my brows shot up and I whistled. “Exactly what kind of errand is this?” I asked.
Sensing Grimm behind me, I moved to the side but didn’t look away from my latest pride and joy.
The plum colored seventy-three Plymouth had been my project for the last couple months.
With the metal guard rail, floodlights, and beastly Maxxis tires that could handle anything, I’d created the perfect machine for Badlands terrain.
“Where’d you get the right engine?” I asked Romero.
“I need you to pick a package up from Luther’s.” He easily dodged my question.
“That can’t be it. You didn’t have to finish this for me to do that. You didn’t have to finish this at all. So what’s up?”
“Think of it as a bonus incentive,” Grimm answered.
Bonus incentive?
There was something I wasn’t being told.
I looked between them, getting nothing but well-mastered stares of impassivity.
“You two realize I know I’m being left in the dark about something, right?”
“Do you trust us?” Grimm asked.
“Is that a trick question, or just a really stupid one?”
“Right now, it’s the only one that matters.”
Hearing his somber undertone, I bit back my smartass response.
“I trust you two with my life.”
“Good. Car’s already loaded with everything you’ll need,” Romero cut in.
I didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but I did know that evasiveness would be all I got, the more questions I asked.
I also knew Rome never did anything without a reason.
I’d been by his side for years, and had only questioned a plan of his once.
Resigned and knowing I’d gotten all the details I was going to, I ran a hand through my hair and asked, “When do I leave?”
Romero’s face broke into a smug grin and he held up a car key.
“Now.”
