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“She and Maite are at the ink studio. But they’re okay I think. For now.”
“Fuck,” Brandon said. “Let me get dressed. Send up a flare to the others,” he told me.
“I’m already on it, just got texts back from Keira and Ozzy, they’re already on the move.”
“And I put a call out to Alicia. Her people already on the way, but they won’t intervene unless needed,” Onyx added.
And I knew Brandon’s ass heard him because how could he not? But he still didn’t acknowledge that Onyx was there.
Idiot.
I wanted to get on him about it, but itwasat least an improvement over wanting his half-brother dead. And we didn’t have time to get into anything else right now.
We had to go get our comrade.
***
Maite’s studio was a little hole in the wall space off the strip.
It wasn’t particularly well protected. Under usual circumstances it would have no reason to be for one, and for two, it wasn’tPredatorterritory. There was only so much presence we could have without it being viewed as an act of aggression.
I’d wanted her to move.
Had begged her, actually, especially afterThe Fall.
We could’ve moved her into a newer,nicerspot, inPredatorterritory, where she could be protected.
She didn’t want that though.
She insisted on staying in the building where she’d paid the first month’s rent and deposit for the space all by herself, with tips she made shaking ass at some long-gone titty bar.
I understood that element of it.
Even respected it.
But it never changed how uneasy it made me, which was why I’d tucked that weapon there for her. Now I wished I had pushed the issue a little more—hadinsistedon her moving to a safer spot.
Too late now.
When we rolled up, there were definitely more vehicles out than there normally would be at this time of morning, or night depending on who you asked. This area wasn’t exactly on the typical path for tourists.
My guard was up, but quick signals of friendliness gave me a little more ease about the situation.
But I wasn’t relaxed.
Farfrom relaxed.
“How much do we know about this Trinidad person?” Onyx asked from beside me in the car.
He’d insisted on driving, because I was… frazzled.
Brandon was approaching from the opposite end of the block, having used his quietest bike to get there. He wanted speed, but also he wanted a subtle approach.
“Uh… she’s been married to Manuel for five or six years. Likes a little pussy on the side apparently.” I shrugged. “That’s really most of what I know about her background.”
“So we don’t know where she came from before that, what her family history is, who her people are?”
“I… can’t say I do,” I answered. “Before now, I’ve never had a reason to think very far about her.”
