Moving to the door, I crack it and glance out at Barrett.
“How did you find me here? I didn’t give you my location.”
He smirks. “Are you going to let me in?”
I quirk a brow before trying to see past him. “Are you alone?”
Barrett chuckles. “Your sons are safely tucked away for now. They aren’t ready to see you.”
My heart sinks, but I didn’t really expect them to be anything but still pissed at me, did I?
Maybe… probably.
“Let me in, Lily. There’s a hooker out here staring at me like I’m her dinner.”
I snicker and push the door open, moving to the rickety table, taking a seat, my eyes flicking to AJ, who’s standing by the practically drawer-less dresser.
Barrett’s distaste for my choice of accommodation is written all over his face as he closes us in, his tailored suit looking severely out of place.
“You couldn’t have stayed at the Ritz?” He cringes and I scoff.
“They only take cards,” I remind him, which is when he notices we aren’t alone.
“The fuck?” His gun is out in an instant, pointed directly at AJ, who doesn’t even flinch.
“You must be the cousin.” AJ smirks.
“And who the fuck are you?” Barrett snaps, and I sigh.
“Barrett, this is AJ, an old friend that I reached out to for help.”
My cousin doesn’t lower his weapon at that news.
“What sort of fucking help canyougive her?” Barrett hisses, his finger ready on the trigger.
“Down, boy,” I snap. “He was about to share who the lovely person was that went to the cops.”
Barrett’s glare remains lethal.
“And how the fuck do you know that?”
AJ sighs, his eyes flicking to me. “He’s a bit uptight.”
I shoot him a pointed look, hoping he picks up that poking the bear is not a good idea.
“You looking to leave in a fucking body bag, motherfucker?” Barrett snarls.
“Okay, enough!” I bark, lurching up and storming over to Barrett, placing my hand on his and forcing him to lower his weapon. “AJ is helping me. Stop being so damn rude.”
Then, I turn my glare to AJ, who must know I’m not messing around, because the shit-eating-grin falls off his face.
“And you stop taunting my cousin. He’s also here to help me, so you two need to play nice.”
AJ’s lips thin, but he holds his hands up in surrender before pointing to his phone.
“You want the intel I have or what?”
“You’re Aussie,” Barrett acknowledges. “Have we met?”
