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“Red Eyez isn’t who’s after Savannah.”
Huh? What the hell? Toth processed that information at the speed of a sloth. “Danny lied?”
“Looks like it. He’s hiding something.”
“If you’ve got anything else, just give it to me, dude. My headache is coming back.” Toth’s patience was wearing thin. If Danny had fucked them over or misled them, he’d go ape shit.
“Turns out the people who shot at Savannah were from Lionsgate Kinship. Heard of ’em?”
Holy shit. Cold sweat broke out on his brow. Lionsgate was the organization that his brothers had taken down for child trafficking—on more than one occasion. Since he didn’t have a relationship with his siblings, he didn’t know much else except that everyone in the organization should be dead and buried. His brother Cole had recently had a run-in with them when they kidnapped a detective’s young daughter. “Yeah, I’ve heard of ’em. But why do they want her?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“Does Lach know?”
Rami chortled. “Yeah. I asked around on the street about the shooting, hoping to find the guy who’d pulled the trigger. Turns out one of my contacts knew about the hit on Savannah but said the guy who shot wasn’t from Red Eyez.”
Rami’s street background gave their business the edge it had. Having raised himself and done whatever was necessary to eat and ensure there was a roof over his head, Rami had connections that had come in handy more than once.
“So you went to Lach?”
“Had to,” Rami said, not missing a beat. “My first thought was that Danny had another threat he didn’t know about or there was a miscommunication.”
“Fucking peachy.” Dread closed in around him. This was supposed to be a clean-cut job. Babysit for a week and keep the siren alive. Dammit. He’d known anything to do with Sinners Cartel wouldn’t be simple. That was why he’d wanted to avoid the fucking job in the first place. “Why’d Danny lie to us?” The dread now sat heavily in his stomach. “Something’s not right about this.”
“No shit.” Rami sighed. “You were right to not want to get involved with these guys.”
Toth grimaced. “Doesn’t matter now.” He swung his gaze toward the weathered back door. Just as he’d suspected, his little problem was becoming a monumental headache.
***
Creak
Savannah winced as the bottom stair protested beneath her weight. She froze and looked at Toth’s hulking form on the couch. She was still groggy from sleep and far from stealth mode. According to the alarm clock near her bed, she’d woken at 9:00 a.m.
She’d slept like a rock and hadn’t heard Toth at all through the night, which was surprising since sound carried easily into the loft. She sucked on her bottom lip as she admired him. He slept with his arms crossed over his chest, head slightly turned to the side, one knee bent.
With only black briefs covering his assets, he was almost on full display. A soft rumble sounded from his nose, assuring her he was still sleeping. She needed to stop staring and get to the kitchen, but there was no way in hell she could keep her eyes off his delicious body. Tattoos covered his arms, hands, and chest. Even when he was asleep his biceps bulged, and beneath where his forearms rested was a wall of abs. Trailing her gaze to his face, she took in the beard that was longer than it’d been yesterday. She’d never found beards attractive, but geez it looked good on him. Her fingers ached to stroke the short bristles, and she curled her fingernails into her palms to stop herself.
Coffee, girl. You came down for coffee, not to assault the guy while he sleeps.
Toth’s eyes snapped open, and she started.
He pulled his hand down his face and swung into a sitting position. All that glorious muscle moved with him gracefully, and her mouth went dry as his steel-gray gaze landed on her. “Did you just wake up?”
She cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
His elbows rested comfortably on his knees. He didn’t seem to care that he was conversing with her half naked. Although his eyes were a little bleary and it looked as if he’d dragged his fingers through his hair a million times, he appeared capable of running a marathon. He must have fixed the gash above his eyebrow last night because there was a butterfly bandage on it now.
“You didn’t. Coffee?” He stood to his full height and appreciation washed over her. Somehow seeing Toth in something other than his business suit made him much, much less irritating.
Why had she been so annoyed by him in the first place?
His gaze traveled from her face and skimmed her body in a way that suggested he’d prefer to have her instead of coffee. Her cheeks flamed. Ah, yes. That’s why he annoyed her. Because one glance from him resurrected her libido. Which didn’t mean anything. Hell, it’d been three years since she’d had sex. Three years since she’d even thought of a man in that way. Of course at some point she’d findsomeoneattractive.
But it shouldn’t be him.
“Yeah, coffee would be good.” She applauded the stability of her voice.
