I watched as Sirena went through E’s phone. Her eyes widened for a moment as she scanned something before she signed to Malachi.
He let out a soft laugh.
“He has a little girlfriend,” Asylum murmured. “How cute.”
Sirena moved forward and pushed E’s phone back into his pocket before getting to her feet.
She gave the guys a single nod, and we were released.
E coughed and grabbed at his throat, the look on his face murderous.
“All business, boys,” Malachi said as they regrouped. “You understand. Have to cover all our bases. My sister is a bit of a big deal.”
“She’s not your fucking sister,” Cole snarled at him.
Malachi smirked. “Sure, buddy. Keep telling yourself that. Horsemen, we will be in touch. Don’t fuck up. We’ll kill you next time.”
And with that, they walked out of our apartment.
I rushed over to E, and helped him sit up as he coughed.
Cole went to the kitchen and got E some water. E gulped it down, wincing.
“I hate those fucking pricks,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.
We sat quietly for a moment with one another before I cleared my throat.
“You really like Emily?”
E breathed out. “Yeah, man. I do.”
I nodded tightly as Cole looked away, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.
“Then I’m happy for you,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder before I got to my feet. “Cole, get it cleaned up in here. I need to make some phone calls.”
I left the room and went to my home office, settled behind my desk, and rubbed my eyes.
My phone buzzed, and I stared down at the screen to see Anson’s name. I hadn’t spoken to him since he told me she was leaving for good.
Swallowing hard, I stared at his name for three more rings before I accepted his call.
“Hello?” I asked hoarsely.
“Lorenzo,” he said coolly.
“Alessandro.”
“Did you do this? Church said you’ve denied it.”
“It wasn’t us,” I murmured. “I would never do that to her. Cole’s hard drives went missing. I don’t know how or who took them, but I will find out.”
He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “OK.”
I breathed out. “How is she?”
“Not your concern.”
“I know she’s not,” I said, my fight waning. “I just… I don’t know. Guess it doesn’t matter.”
