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“He did it. It was him. It wasn’t you. His face. It’s so clear!” she sobs, turning into me.
“Make the call, Carina!” Gage shouts, pressing his gun further into Wes’ temple. “Or I’m going to.”
Carina turns in my arms and looks at Wes and then looks back at me. “Don’t think badly of me after tonight,” she says to me.
I lift my hand and brush the blonde hair that’s escaped her messy bun away from her face.
“I could never.”
She nods, turning and aiming her weapon at Wes.
He laughs. “Like you’d ever—“
The gun goes off, echoing through the warehouse and making my ears ring. When Gage holsters his weapon into the back of his pants, he moves towards Carina.
“Alright, little one, hand it back to me. Just like we practiced, alright?”
She’s shaking, grappling with what just happened.
She nods, handing Gage the gun, and he puts the safety on and curls her into his body as she holds onto him like he’s her life raft.
“Oh, good, you’re not the one tied to a chair this time,” a man says, and I whip around in panic. We’ve got a man dead in a fucking chair, shot point blank and bleeding out. We don’t need company.
“Trevor?” Gage says, and my savior from before eyes him.
“Oh, damn.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Gage asks.
“Well, boss, if I’m honest, I’ve been doing some off the books stuff, ya know? You don’t pay too well, being that you’re always doing free fucking jobs. I’ve got a mortgage to pay, and kids to feed.”
Gage smirks. “So, you’re the one who untied my captive?”
Trevor shrugs. “Never imagined that both jobs would ever cross wires, but it all worked out in the end, didn’t it? Want me to get this cleaned up? I can get Stephanie and her team out here for a good cleaning.”
Gage nods. “Yeah, handle that. I’m going to get these two home.”
“I have my car,” I say, “but I’ll follow you. I damn sure want to know how you knew where I was.”
“Your place, or ours?” I don’t miss how he calls her place theirs, but it only makes me happy she’s found him. For a while I thought I wanted to be the one with her, but she’s found a man who can protect her from the world. One that can hold her to reality, while letting her linger in the dark side, too.
“Let’s get her home,” I tell Gage.
He and Carina head for the door to the warehouse.
I turn back to where Trevor is ending a call with who I assume is a clean-up crew. “You know, you’re always just a touch too late?”
He laughs. “Yeah, well, you try to be a fixer, a fucking P.I., and a wealthy dude’s babysitter, all while raising kids and keeping a marriage alive.”
I laugh. “Touché.”
“She going to be alright?” Trevor asks, nodding his head in the direction of where Gage has led Carina out to their car.
I smile. “She’ll be just fine. She’s got Gage.”
“Lucky girl,” Trevor says, and for once, I have to agree.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
