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I smiled at her, but she still looked worried.
"Speaking of the devil. You should talk to Aiden," she said carefully. "I worry about you two, keeping secrets from each other."
"Aiden and I are like brothers," I assured her. Aiden would be pissed if he knew what I did to Gavin's shipment, but he'd have my back. "It's going to be all right."
She looked so worried, chewing her lower lip. I loved when she gave in and didn’t try to hide her emotions. She was always so cool and controlled that it was nice to see the real her.
And it made it impossible to resist her.
I gave in and kissed her. As my lips left hers, I promised, "I will."
I took her upstairs so she could sit with Xander in his studio. Xander and I shared a look. I wanted him to be sure to protect her.
With one last kiss, I left her and went to find Aiden. He was working with his father Gavin, and although I didn't want to talk to Gavin, I needed to know what Aiden knew about Quincy. When I arrived at the warehouse, Aiden was already on the loading dock, counting boxes of supplies. I knew foreign guns were hidden amongst the supplies for the resorts.
"What are you doing here?" he asked when he saw me. "I thought you were watching Selena."
"I need your help," I said urgently, pulling him aside so that we could talk in private. "Carl Quincy was watching Selena's parents' house."
Aiden's eyes widened in surprise. "You're sure it was him?"
"Yeah," I said grimly. "I've seen the footage. I'd know that ugly motherfucker's nose anywhere."
Aiden grimly glanced at his father, knowing that this might incriminate him or not. "I've got to go, Dad," he called over.
Gavin grunted. He could turn on the charm when he needed to, but he wasn't trying now. He was still pissed about the loss at the pier. I was amazed the slimy bastard had escaped.
"Let's go find him," Aiden said shortly. There was so much implication of violence contained with those four words.
We drove out of the warehouse and headed towards the rougher side of town. Quincy was known to frequent a bar on the outskirts of the city, and it was our best bet to find him.
Aiden kept his eyes on the road, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled. I knew he was just as angry as I was about what had happened to Selena's parents.
We pulled up to the bar and got out of the car. The music was loud, and the smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air. A few folks at the bar turned and gave us menacing looks before they recognized Aiden and went back to their drinks.
It was a rough crowd. In other words, it felt like home.
We scanned the bar, looking for Quincy. He sat in a dark corner, nursing a whiskey. He hadn't gotten any cuter in the years since I last saw him.
Aiden moved across the floor toward him, like a tiger stalking his prey. The tension in the room ratcheted up as we got closer.
It was clear that Quincy wasn't expecting to see us when he turned. A look of pure fear flashed across his face before he recovered himself and forced a smile. "Aiden, what can I do for you?"
"I just have a question for you about an old job," Aiden said with a smile that was so predatorial that Quincy flinched. "Do you remember going out for a hit against the Harts?"
"With a name like that, I think I'd remember," he lied.
"The mom might've been collateral damage. The dad was a cop. Joseph Hart."
"Doesn't ring any bells."
"Well, if you hear anything, let us know," Aiden said.
"Of course," Quincy said. "Too bad about the kid."
He was such a dumbass, he didn't even realize what he'd just said, and Aiden didn't react in the slightest.
I followed Aiden out of the bar before my hands started to shake with anger.
