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“Then why is Darius in town?”
Jaeg shrugged. “How would I know? Maybe he’s on vacation.”
Saint didn’t say anything, which meant he didn’t know either.
I was trying to keep my shit together, but I was still vibrating from her touch. From her hands on my chest, her fingers curled into my shirt. Every second her hands had been on me, I’d counted. But it had nothing to do with pain. No, she took away the pain. This time, the counting was to stop myself from crushing my lips to hers.
Jesus, this was why I needed her gone, and yet I found myself asking, “Where’s she moving to?”
Jaeg pushed away from the wall. “No clue. And I told her to stay in the cabin. That you’d never really kick them out.”
I grunted. He was right. I wouldn’t have. I may have given them a week to get out, but there was no way I’d lock them out of the cabin. I’d leave town before I did that. But the idea of leaving town wasn’t an option anymore.
“Hey, you think Callum’s watching?” Jaeg asked, nodding toward the camera in the ceiling.
Saint shook his head. “I think he has better things to do and has his men doing the watching.”
Jaeg saluted the camera. “Hey, Cal.” Callum hated being called Cal. “Hettie says to get your ass here and help apple pick.”
“Shit, it’s apple-picking season,” Saint muttered.
The door opened. “He can’t hear you, dickwad,” Brin said as she peeked her head past the door. “Now get your asses out of here.”
Jaeg’s gaze paused on Brin, and then a slow smile spread across his face. “My lips are easy to read. Want lessons?”
Brin glared at him, then disappeared out into the bar again.
We followed. Jaeg was quickly corralled by some blonde with purple streaks in her hair who barely looked old enough to drive a car, and Saint scoured the bar, no doubt searching for Addie.
I strode straight for Darius.
I didn’t wait for an invitation as I slid into the booth, sitting across from him. He continued to shuffle the cards, not even acknowledging me. But then, Darius was stone-cold. Hated speaking. And pretty much hated everything except cigarettes and cards. And judging from the cigarette burning on the ashtray that I’d noticed he hadn’t touched once since I’d been at Zero Crow, it seemed like he was trying to give that one up.
I’d known him since we started fighting in the underground. He handled the bets and the money. He also handled anyone who got out of line, although at the time, I thought that meant he’d kicked them out. Later, I realized he did more than haul their asses out.
What I didn’t know was if Darius was still taking orders from Callum’s dad, or if he was loyal to Callum. Either way, he was here for a reason because no way would a man like him be sitting in Zero Crow without one.
“Why are you in town?” I didn’t waste my time with pleasantries because there was nothing pleasant to say.
He casually flipped over a card on the table. “Keeping an eye on things.”
“What things?” The smoke from the cigarette sitting in the ashtray wafted into my face. I picked up the glass of water and dumped it into the ashtray.
Darius didn’t react, but then, he rarely had a reaction to anything. Even when I jumped him when I was seventeen and broke his jaw for putting a gun to North’s head when North punched out a wealthy prick who called him a pussy after he lost his fight. The wealthy prick didn’t like losing money.
His cell lit up and vibrated on the table. Without even glancing at it, he slid it across the surface of the table toward me.
The screen read, “No Caller I.D”, but I knew who it was. I picked up the cell and slid my finger across the screen before placing it to my ear.
I didn’t wait for him to say anything and said, “Fire her.”
There was a low snort and then a chuckle. “Now, that wouldn’t be very nice of me,” Callum drawled.
“Since when did you acquire that attribute?”
He ignored the slight. “She’s very talented. I wish I’d known months ago she could sing like that.”
“And she’s too good to be singing in your bar.” If Logan and his band Tear Asunder heard her sing, they’d jump at the chance to help her record her songs.
