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“Clean up crew are done. My men didn’t recognize either of the Russians but they had the same tattoo on their necks, but Jessie is working on that.” He looks to me and gives me a faint smile.
“Good. Then you can go,” Shane barks.
“Thank you for today, Chester,” Conor says, and Liam and Mikey voice their agreement.
“My pleasure,” he says before he starts to walk out of the room.
I watch as Shane follows him, stopping him just before he reaches the doorway. I don’t know what he says but Chester is smiling by the time he leaves the room so I assume Shane was expressing his gratitude too.
When he walks back toward us, Conor steps back from me until Shane is standing directly in front of me. My legs tremble in nervous anticipation. I feel like I might throw up again. He’s going to shout at me and I’m feeling so emotional and hormonal I might just burst into tears again. But he doesn’t shout. He pulls me into his huge arms and kisses the top of my head.
“If anything ever happened to you,” he mumbles into my hair.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper.
He pulls back and frowns at me. “What for?”
“Aren’t you mad?” I whisper.
“I’m pissed as hell, sweetheart, but not at you.” He pulls me back to him again and I melt into his arms. “Dr. Stein is on her way here to check you over, just in case.”
“But I’m fine…”
“Jessie!” he snaps and I stop talking.
“Okay,” I breathe as I snuggle deeper against his chest.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear and despite the circumstances, wet heat pools in my center. When he eventually lets me go, my cheeks are flushed pink and he gives me a knowing smile before he guides me back to the kitchen island and we all take a seat.
“So do we have any idea what the fuck is going on?” Conor asks, rubbing a hand over his jaw in frustration.
They all look to me for answers, but I can’t give many – at least not yet.
“I assume you have a reason for keeping Hayden alive?” Shane adds.
“He can give us answers. We could have got some from the Russians, but…”
“Hard to talk when you have no throat,” Mikey says with a flash of his eyebrows. “Chester sent us those photographs too. Those SEALS are good fucking shots.”
“It’s kind of what they’re trained to do, dumbass,” Liam adds good-naturedly and Mikey fakes a scowl at him.
“If we could have spoken to one of them though,” I say with a sigh. “We may have to rethink your shoot to kill policy.”
“No!” all four of them reply before I’ve even finished speaking.
“But we could have got some vital information.”
Conor slides an arm around my waist. “We can get information any time from anywhere, but we can never get you back, Angel.”
“Fair point,” I admit even though it would be so much easier if we could speak to one of those dead guys and find out who they’re working for. Especially as the photographs of their tattoos aren’t the clearest given that their throats had been torn open by a bullet. Because the fact that someone wants to kidnap and hurt me is pretty terrifying. I mean, you’d think I’d be used to it by now, right? But it’s not only me I have to worry about any longer. I look down and rub a hand over my belly absentmindedly.
Shane places his large hand over mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. “So, Hayden. What happened?”
“We were having our ice cream and he seemed kind of quiet and nervous. He kept checking his watch all the time…”
“So you think he told them where you were headed before you even left the apartment?” Mikey asks.
“I think so. He used the bathroom before we left. Maybe he told them then?”
