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“Gone,” Logan snaps before I can finish what I was actually trying to ask.
But if I had to guess? No, Riley had no clue. Not with the craptastic apartment the two sisters were living in before West Point took Chloe.
Logan tosses something at Maddoc. His boxers.
Maddoc nods grimly as he slips them on, the muscle in his jaw twitching harder than a stripper when the beat drops. “I figured the girl got away. Seducing me had to be Riley’s way of covering for it.”
I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. Riley seducing him? That’s what he’s going with? I’m pretty sure Madd’s been wanting to fuck her ever since she first hit us up back at Clancy’s, but okay.
He spears me with a sharp glance. “I know you were fucking her too, despite the rule I had in place, so I don’t want to hear any shit about this, Dante.”
I hold up my hands and shake my head as if I wouldn’t dream of it, even though we both know that normally, I absolutely would. The truth is, that’s just a knee jerk reaction, though. The longer Maddoc holds my gaze, staring me down, the more I realize I’m not actually in the mood to give him shit about whatever went down tonight.
Besides, nothing feels fucking normal right now.
Madd doesn’t let women in his life anymore—at least, not as anything other than an occasional fuck toy—and I’m the king of casual with my hook-ups. I sure as hell don’t normally develop…feelingswhen I decide I need to get my dick wet.
Riley’s different, though. Even Logan’s been a bit off around her recently. So even if no one’s gonna come right out and say it, I’m pretty sure this shit tonight has rocked all of us out of whatever the hell normal is supposed to be around here.
Maddoc finally nods at me, and when he turns to stare back down at Riley, I catch the slightest wince.
“You should get that shoulder taken care of, Madd.”
He looks back at me with a scowl. “Later. It’s not that bad.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, but it’s still gonna need stitches… after Logan gets the bullet out.”
Logan gives the kitchen one more tight-lipped glare, then nods at Maddoc. “Best to handle it now so it’s done, then I’ll check the security tapes for the sister.” He walks over to us and nudges Riley’s body with his toe. “What are we going to do with her?”
Maddoc’s jaw starts twitching again. He’s fucking pissed, as anyone should be when they get shot.
I’m pretty sure that’s not all he is, though.
Something I don’t mention, since, no matter how close we are, there’s just some shit that you don’t remind a guy of, and his history with women who fuck him and then betray him definitely falls in that category around here.
“Take her back up to her room,” Maddoc finally says. “We’ll keep her there.”
I’m about to point out that that’s gonna be a fucking challenge, but Madd’s already one step ahead of me.
“Cuff her to the bed,” he adds. “If we’re lucky, we’ll have her sister back before she comes around.”
Maddoc heads for the stairs, and Logan and I share a look that says it all. We’re not gonna be that fucking lucky. Our surveillance doesn’t extend beyond the property, and Chloe’s already got a head start.
Wewillfind her, but she’s Riley’s little sister. She survived weeks of captivity under West Point’s sadistic asshole of a leader. I’ve got no doubt at all that she’s inherited Riley’s grit, and she’s not gonna make it easy on us.
“It’s a good thing we’re the best,” I murmur, not needing to spell out what I’m talking about since Logan gets it.
He almost smiles. Not that anyone who didn’t know him like a fucking brother would have caught it. But then he glances back at the blood-splattered disaster zone our kitchen has become with a pained look, and sighs. “I guess that will have to wait.”
I nod. Maddoc will come first, then he’ll start the hunt for Chloe before letting himself come back and take care of this shit.
“Want some help cleaning it?” I ask anyway, knowing that with Logan’s chronic need for order, he’s already jonesing to make it right despite having the self-discipline to stick with priorities. ’Course, I also know he’s going to say no, because it’s the kind of thing he’ll need to make sure is done to his own exacting standards.
But he’ll also take the offer as it’s meant—a reminder that I’ve got his back. Fucking always.
“I’ll handle it,” he says, just like I expect. Almost-smiling again. Then he nods down at Riley, his expression going totally unreadable, even to me. “You handle… her.”
“Sure,” I say to his back as he turns and follows Madd upstairs.
