He shakes his head, his body vibrating with fear.
There are few things I love as much as watching the moment a man realizes they’re going to die, but I’m interrupted when my phone starts vibrating on the table behind me.
“For fuck’s sake,” I growl under my breath.
I shove myself to my feet and stalk toward the offending device, but when I see my boss's name lighting up the screen, I know I can’t send him to voicemail.
“What?” I snap.
“Is your guest misbehaving?”
“No, you’re interrupting a very important chat.”
He chuckles. “I won’t keep you long then. I just wanted to let you know you’ll be heading to New York once you’re done with him.”
My brow furrows. I don’t recall seeing anything in the area recently, but maybe something has popped up over the last couple of days while I’ve had my hands full with whiny Graham.
“What’s the job?”
“Security.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll send you the file, but I need you to watch her for the foreseeable future.”
“Watch her?”
“I didn’t realize you were hard of hearing, Ry.”
“I’m just unclear why you would send me on a security job when there’s a mountain of assholes to be killed sitting on your desk.”
“That’s not important. You will head to New York once you’re done there, and if you have any complaints about it, I’m sure your captive audience would be more than happy to hear about it.”
He hangs up before I can reply, and I drop the phone to the table, not bothering to make sure it doesn’t bounce off onto the floor.
I force a few angry breaths into my lungs before turning back to Graham with the knife clenched in my hand.
Maybe taking both ears will make me feel better.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
RYKER
NOW
Chloe’s body heaves with each sob that tears through her, but I force my body to remain calm despite the fury beating in my chest.
I’m going to kill them.
I don’t give a fuck what kind of revenge comes my way because I refuse to allow anyone who makes my girl this distraught to keep breathing.
There it is again.
My girl.
Up until today it was easy to keep my distance, to watch from afar, but now that I know what it’s like to hold her, to have her trust? I don’t know how I’m ever going to walk away.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent, but it’s not enough to settle the beast the Lombardis have awoken.
