The space between my shoulders tightened, and as the shock sunk in, I felt my stomach clench.
Covering my bottom half was a perfectly placed pile of four or five blankets. He’d even tried tucking them tight beneath my legs.
Fuck.
“Give him one of mine.”
Elijah wrapped his fingers around the edge of the top blanket and tugged. I felt cool air flap across my face just before he laid it over Marcos’ sleeping form. The boy wiggled, and his nose crinkled a little, but he didn’t wake.
Elijah turned, hand on the back of his neck. “Watching men get shot is just another day at the office for us, buthim?He’s scared, man. One of the few times he’s spoken in the last three days was to ask me if the man who hurt you was coming back.”
Something heady knocked against my chest. My nostrils flared. My fists curled. My blood hummed, and before I could grasp exactly what I was feeling, I was whipping my bottle across the room. Water sprayed everywhere, but it did nothing to cool me down.
“Who did it?” I ground out.
“Who shot you?”
“Whoscaredhim?” I leveled Elijah with a hard look. “One of Delgado’s men?”
Dominic Delgado wasn’t much more than shit on the bottom of my boot, but his men were well-trained.
“Nah.” Elijah shook his head and started rubbing his neck. “This wasn’t business.”
My brows lifted.
“It was about Toby.”
“Shit.”
My boss was a whisper of a human. A rumor. CEO of a Fortune 500 company,everybodywanted to know the kind of secrets that lay beneath the suit.
Was it true?
Was Benjamin Thomasactuallypart of the mob?
No.
Ben Thomaswasthe mob. He’d built his chapter from the ground up, hand-selecting his men and constructing them into weapons that suited his mission. We were bred of loyalty. Respect. Driven by violence and misplaced justice, we were all missing a very crucial piece of humanity… morality.
I was the first man Ben recruited, and I’d been by his side as his underboss ever since. If men like us were capable of having best friends, he’d be mine, and I’ve never known him to give a shit about anything that breathed.
Tobias Reev was the only exception.
“Toby’s ex-boyfriend used the boss being out of town as an opportunity to kidnap him. Dude had a fucking screw loose if you ask me.” Elijah swept a hand through his light hair and tied it in a knot at the base of his neck. “Certi-fucking-fiable. Tossed a pillowcase over Toby’s head while his partner took his shot at you.”
Hell.
I pinched the space between my eyes. “Toby’s alright?”
“Couple of broken fingers. Some cracked ribs. Assholes drugged him a couple of times, but he’ll make a full recovery.”
“Ben took care of them?”
Elijah grinned. “Boss skinned them alive.”
I grunted. “Good.”
“He’ll be out with Toby for a week or two.”
