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“What’s going on? Security says you came back alone,” he says, looking at Geo.
“All I’ve gotten out of him is that Paul, William, and Lucas have Connor,” I say, looking up. I want to tell him so badly about his sister, but now is not the time or place. “Where have you been lately?” I ask.
“Recovering,” he says, pointing to his face. As if that clears things up.
Geo gives me a look filled with warning. I shouldn’t say anything. Right now though, it seems Francesca isn’t our biggest problem. It’s the man who, after today’s events, I swore to hate, but if the way my heart is racing right now is any indication, it’s not listening to me. I’m afraid for him. Something big went down, and he’s been taken by those I thought were his partners. It seems I don’t know everything.
“Doc’s on his way,” Brigette says, stepping back in the room. She comes back over, taking the towels from me and checking underneath it. “Best I can do is keep this pressure until he’s here.”
“Thank you,” Geo says. His voice is still strained, but his breaths seem to be coming easier.
“What happened? Where were you?” I ask.
Geo adjusts once before looking at me and then sighing. “I shouldn’t be telling you anything, but we went to stake out a shop. There was an—altercation—and Connor was shot—”
“Is he okay?” I ask before he can continue. I’m leaning forward, my hands gripping the table. My fingernails are digging into the wood.
“I don’t know,” Geo says, shaking his head.
“What are the orders?” Fernando asks, standing up straighter before wincing and holding his side.
“For you to get back to your room,” Geo says.
“I won’t leave him out there,” I say.
Geo pins me with a look that has probably made others pee themselves. The men here are good at their condescending,quit talking to mefaces.
“I don’t think you have any choice,” he says. “He dug his own grave.”
“You are going tohopeandpraythat he gets out of it?” I ask, my mouth dropping open in astonishment.
“Of course not, but I don’t have a plan right now.”
I nibble on my bottom lip, a plan forming in my own mind. A stupid, reckless, not well-thought-out plan but one nonetheless. My palms are clammy, my heart is still racing, and I can taste bile in my throat.
I fucking thought I hated him. Maybe the thought that love and hate are quite similar isn’t so far off.
I don’t love him. It would be way too early for that.
Right?
He’s done nothing to make me love him, but in some fucked up way, I realize I have this primal need to make sure he’s okay, to have him sitting in his office. I want him to look up and glare at me when I open the door without knocking. I want him to order me to do something. I want him to pin me to the wall by my neck and do filthy things to my body.
I want him back.
I’ll deal with the Francesca problem after that. Or rather, I’ll make him deal with it. There’s not a lot I can do other than beat my fist against his chest, and I need a chest that’s alive and breathing to hit.
“What?” Geo asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. “What are you thinking?”
“I—never mind. It’s stupid.” I feel a shiver of fear break out across my body, slicing down my spine. It paralyzes me for a second—the thought of asking anything fromhim.
“If you have an idea, tell me. I’ll welcome anything at this point. They are going to torture him and then kill him,” Geo states, his tone devoid of any emotion.
If I thought that I felt fear a moment ago, it’s compounded now. My body starts to shake.
“Why?” I whisper.
Geo glances at Fernando and Brigette before saying, “He finally let them see his true self.”
