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“Get him back. Give his family the opportunity to have a proper burial,” I grated out. Another broken promise of protection had cost a man his life.
“He isn’t dead.”
I started, certain I’d heard Donato wrong. “No?”
“Eduardo Sandoval is the capo.”What the fuck?
Chapter Thirty
Holly
“My office. Now.”
I cringed at Drew’s harsh voice blaring at me through the phone line. He didn’t wait for a response, but I wouldn’t have made one anyway. How was he related to the other Carters?
If I had a dollar for every time I’d asked myself that, I wouldn’t have to work anymore.
I touched the cross around my neck. Maybe I should’ve prayed more. It couldn’t hurt. But no one could help me. Not even God, though there was always hope.
I inhaled for five seconds and released for another five, though it was no use. There was no way to prepare for whatever Drew wanted. And even worse, I knew I’d do it.
When I reached his doorway, I hesitated. Over the years, the lines around his eyes had grown deeper. He rarely smiled, and when he did, it was as fake as he was. This man had tortured me, yet I found myself feeling sorry for him. He’d wasted so much time by not even realizing what he had. He was lucky to have a family who loved him without question. At least he didn’t show them who he really was.
“Are you going to keep staring, sugar?” He didn’t look up.
Inwardly, I cursed for getting caught. My face got hot, but I forced myself to step into his office.
“Close the door.” My hand shook. I couldn’t find it in me to do as he said. Being trapped in an office with Drew Carter was asking for trouble I didn’t need. “Did I stutter?”
I swallowed hard and pushed the door until it hit the strike plate, careful not to let it fully close.
When I met his eyes, they were cold. Was there a person in there?
“All. The. Way.”
Damn it.
I’d have to sneak some money into the cuss jar. With the thought of Gabriel, I found the courage to close the door completely.
He snapped and pointed at the floor beside him. My heart pounded so hard I looked down to check if it was visible. When it wasn’t, I was surprised.
“Don’t make me wait.”
With measured steps, I crossed the carpeted floor. The closer I got to him, the more my legs wobbled. He’d never gotten physical, thank God. Be that what it may, I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he ever put me in that position. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep Gabriel happy and safe. When it came to that, I had no morals and wouldn’t apologize.
“When are you moving?”
I blinked at him. Even though he was sitting and I was standing, he made me feel small.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Moving? Out of my brother’s apartment building?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering.
“I—” I cleared my throat and tried again when my voice got stuck. “I’m not.”
He lifted a brow. No. He couldn’t take away our home. Not when we were just finding our place.
“Have it your way.” He shrugged and spun his chair back toward his desk.
