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We don’t walk out of the front door. I follow him as he moves toward the back of the room and out a solid door that has a sign above it readingEXIT. There is an all-black sedan parked just a few feet away. The only car in the entire parking garage.
I am not getting good feelings about any of this. I almost stop and ask him where he’s taking me, but I decide against it, mainly because it doesn’t matter. Even if I didn’t like the destination, it’s not like I could get out of going.
Slipping into the passenger seat, I click my seatbelt in place as I watch him walk around the front of the car. He sinks down in the driver’s seat, touches the engine button, shifts the car intoDrive, and takes off.
Keeping my attention straight forward, I try to gauge where I am, and then I realize I’m only in Phoenix. I’m so close to home yet so far away. I can’t jump out of the car and run back to Casa Grande, but I know I could find a way home if I had to get scrappy about it.
This man guides the car through traffic and pulls up to another high-rise, parking along the curb. He doesn’t say anything as he shifts the car intoPark, then looks over at me.
“We will go in here. Some people will be meeting us. You will not speak. If you do, the deal, whatever that will be, will be completely off.”
Staring at him, I nod once. “Remember, silence.”
He opens the car door, and I wonder offhandedly how the hell he got street parking on this busy street, but I don’t ask him that, mainly because it’s not relevant, but also because I don’t really care that much. I decide that whatever questions I have, it’s better to ask ones I truly care about getting an answer to.
“Silence,” I rasp.
I stay seated, waiting for him to open the door for me, and he does. Sliding my legs over the seat, I place my feet flat on the sidewalk before I stand. He closes the door, then I follow behind him and stay close as we make our way into the cool building.
Again.
It’s completely empty.
The lobby floors are cold beneath my feet as I follow him to the elevator bank. Stepping inside, I watch as he touches the button for the top floor. I almost roll my eyes. This guy is so cliché.
As we ride up to the top floor in silence, I stare at the numbers as they move up and up until the bell dings and the doors open. He stops off first, and I follow behind, wondering what would happen if I just rode the stupid thing back down but deciding against it. There is no way he doesn’t have some kind of security hiding here somewhere.
He guides us to a conference room and then points to a chair and barks at me to sit. I do, more than happy to take a seat, because then I can hide as much of this dress as possible. He opens some window blinds and makes himself a drink, moving through the room as if he owns it, which I would assume he likely does.
When he’s finally finished, he tugs out the chair beside me and sinks down, his drink in one hand, and I watch as he takes a gun out of his shoulder holster and holds it in his other hand.
This should terrify me considering I watched him kill my brother.
It doesn’t.
I’m used to meetings like this. I just wish I had a little background information on anything that’s happening. I still don’t quite know what he wants with me, let alone who we could be meeting here and why I have to be involved.
He is silent, then his phone rings. He sets his drink down before picking up his device and holding it to his ear.
“Come up to the top floor,” he states, then ends the call, dropping his phone and picking up his drink again before lifting it to his lips. “Remember,” he calls out as he stares at the door. “Silence.”
I don’t tell him that I remember. Instead, I stay silent.
When the door opens, I hold my breath at the sight of Legacy, Agony, Roadkill, Duke, and Itch walking through the door. They all look disheveled, as if they just jumped off their bikes and ran up here. My heart squeezes at the sight of them, but when my eyes connect with Itch’s, my heart squeezes so tightly I think it’s going to stop beating.
He takes a step forward, but Roadkill and Agony wrap their fingers around his biceps and gently tug him backward. I want to stand up and go to him. But at the same time, I can’t get the thought of Tempt out of my head.
He went to her.
She’s having his child.
I want to cry. The whole thing is just so damn depressing. I wonder if this is going to be another contract. Maybe he wants nothing to do with me now? Maybe this is just to give me to this man sitting beside me, whose name I still don’t even know.
A new contract.
A new agreement.
A new life.
