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Giorgio spread knives, one by one, on a table.
“I’m still stuck on how he bypassed the system,” Julien said. “I never received any power failures or outages, so who is this Veeny fuck?”
“Well, some guy from Larke’s past has been emailing her constantly, trying to get in contact with her.” Dez chose a Ruger and took each target out, clean and precise. “It’s some guy named Nick who used to help her with IT stuff when she still worked as an AUSA. Something about the whole situation feels off.”
“Ayesha ran into an old,” Joel searched for a word, “fuck-buddy.”
It was the exact opposite of the word he’d been looking for. He’d searched his mind and said precisely what he’d been tryingnotto say. But the man touched her. It was one thing that he’d touched her in the past, but at the restaurant, heput his handson her.
All he’d thought about the next day was whether that brief touch had given the fuck-buddy flashbacks to being with her.
On top of her.
Inside her.
It drove him crazy in the most primitive of ways.
“Fuck-buddy?” Mike asked. “Ayesha?”
“It was a guy named Adrían.”
“Adrían what?” Dez asked. “Did you see him? Actually, you know what? Never mind. Adrían Delgano is dead. I made sure of that.”
Giorgio started on a second row.
While Giorgio had definitely gotten more talkative, stable, and even funny over the course of their brotherhood, they were still pretty confident he was a high-functioningsomething-o-path with a control switch. It was easier now for him to control his urges; however, once he snapped, the only thing they could do was hope not to get caught up in any friendly fire type of situation.
“Lattimore, we’ve got you on this,” Mike said. “You know we do.”
Joel nodded. “I know.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to your wife and kids.”
Joel, smiling, shook his head.
He and Mike headed to the lair’s octagon cage. They’d known stepping back from the activity level of their lifestyles would have been a drastic mental change, but the need for physical contact, combat, weapons training, and anything that pushed the body to the brink, remained.
After their workout, he headed above ground. The minute he cleared the living room, his phone went off, and he realized it was his fourth missed call from Ayesha.
“Eesh?” he answered. “Did something happen? Is everything okay?”
“It’s not Mama. It’s Theo.”
He picked up on sniffling. “Hey, Theo. What’s wrong? What’s got my little guy sounding so sad?”
“Daddy, are you done working out yet? Because I miss you a lot.”
“I’m going to shower and change, and then I’ll be on my way home. How about that?”
“But we have a shower and soap. Plus, Mama buyed you a lot of clothes. Me and Josiah saw them when the delivery man lefted them by the door.”
“Sheboughtme clothes?” Some of the “things” she had of his did look unfamiliar. “When?”
“All the time. Can you come home now? Please?”
Ayesha’s voice sounded in the background. “Theo, who are you talking to, baby?”
“Dad...Joel.”
