“Lyzee?”
It wasn’t normal for him to call her that. Oh, he used to a long time ago, but times changed. That he’d gone there made her curious.
With Tony, you never knew what he was going to say or do. That was the best and worst parts of him.
“Yes?”
There was emotion in his eyes.
He wanted to say a million things to her. Mostly, he wanted her to know how much he loved her.
Just.
In.
Case.
“Be safe, Honey. You’re my sister, and I need you to not die. I love you.”
Oh, well, that was the plan.
She wasn’t going down quite yet, and she appreciated him being worried about her.
She was worried too.
“I love you, too, Nut. I’m pretty sure that I’m heading back after I handle a few things here. Stay safe yourself. I don’t want anything to happen to you or Jaxon. Jack and Sam need you both, and I don’t want a mob man up my ass for letting his sister get hurt.”
Now, he was curious, and so were the men around her. Oh, and not about the mob man part.
It was the other part.
‘The few other things’ part.
“Like what?” Dex asked, curiously. “You’re not just packing up and getting out of here? Did something you see here tell you where you needed to head next? Care to share?”
It wasn’t so much about what he’d left her.
No.
Not even close.
This was more about leaving a bad taste in the lunatic’s mouth for fucking around with her.
Deep down, her gut told her that there was only one step to make—in order to put the pressure on the man.
Oh, and it was about to be a lot of pressure.
Trust.
And.
Believe.
Elizabeth knew that she needed to keep Devon Slater stalled, too.
And there was only one way to do that.
She smiled.
