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He returns his gaze to me, and I catch that subtle way in which he bites his lip, sending another shiver straight down to my fucking pussy.
“I’ll send you a text in the next few days with a time and a place. We’ll talk then.”
With those words, he slips out the door, and I’m left with less knowledge than when I first came in here, if that’s even possible. But I have something else. Something better.
Hope.
CHAPTERTWELVE
VINCENT
The uneasiness in her green eyes is the first thing I notice as I rush out of the office at the sound of Madds’ booming, urgent voice.
Her presence stops me dead in my tracks. She is standing in the main area of our bar—oursecretbar. Fortunately, it’s currently closed.
I’m certain there’s a quicker way for my brain to process what I’m seeing, only I haven’t found it yet.
With determined steps I walk toward them, the look in Madds’ eyes feral, but it’s something more than anger that I see in them, and it concerns me.
“What the fuck?!” Finn rasps as he steps out behind me. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“Careful, brother…” I warn, and I swear I hear him hissing.
Carter rises from the sofa before we get to them, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly on us. There’s barely any emotion on his features, but those tensed shoulders as he watches Madds and my Eve are hard to miss.
My…Eve.
When the fuck did that happen?!
The way she manages to shadow that uneasiness from her bones with that cocky attitude that has gotten her into a fair amount of trouble in the past, is fascinating. She’s breathless though, cheeks flushed. Has she been running?
“What’s going on?!” My tone is low as I look between them.
“Tell him.” Madds nods to her.
“My father… I don’t know what it means.” She swallows, catching her breath. “I don’t have your number. It took me too long to find you.”
“I found her running through the alleys, trying to find the entrance,” Madds explains.
Carter suddenly appears with a glass of water for her. She downs half of it and carries on.
“I don’t know what it means. I overheard a phone conversation, maybe it was with Ryan, I don’t know. He was angry, he said… umm…He needs to be put back in his place! He’s going after some bitch, Ekaterina or something.” At that last word, we exchange serious looks, and Finn pulls out his phone immediately.
“What else did he say?!” His finger hovers over Ekaterina’s contact, eyes wide and lips tense.
“He said…”—she rubs her temples, squeezing her eyes shut for a few moments—“I don’t know who she is, but he thinks she’s important to Sinclair, so he wants to mess with him.” For a split second, she fixes on me. “This Boseman individual is getting in the way. He’ll fucking ruin everything!”
“Shit,” Carter mutters.
“Fucking Boseman… Find Ekaterina, now!” I rasp at Finn, who already has the phone to his ear. “Carter, we need to make sure they are all okay, all accounted for.”
“We have to be inconspicuous,” Madds interrupts. “We start rushing around now and we’ll draw the wrong kind of attention to us… tothem.At this moment, Boseman, O’Rourke, and Holt think Ekaterina is your woman. We cannot let them know who she truly is to us.”
I sigh and nod. Carter agrees too, and Finn paces like a cornered animal, phone to his ear as he curses under his breath, while Morrigan quietly observes it all.
“Ekaterina! Fuck, baby, where are you?! … Fine, I won’t call you baby. Where the fuck are you?! … Okay, check in with all of them. When you’re done, call me. Lock your doors and windows, grab a gun, and wait for one of us. Okay? … I don’t know yet. But… Yeah. Okay. See you soon.” He hangs up and rushes to us.
“She’s home. She’s fine. I’m going to…”
