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Red. Spots of fiery red dotted my vision.
Rage overpowered my underlying fear.
How had he found us again? My father knew where we lived.
Lincoln crept by the building in search of an empty spot. My father’s eyes slowly followed as we passed. The asshole had a white bandage around his head like I’d busted him with a bat instead of a slap.
I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. He was counting on me doing just that.
I pressed Lincoln’s knee. “Keep driving and don’t come back.”
Chapter Twenty
Lincoln
“I want him gone.”
I pressed the phone so hard into the side of my face it would likely leave a permanent indention.
“What are you proposing?” Daniel asked carefully.
It had taken Lexie a good half hour to get Eric to stop repeating that awful phrase. And when we’d gotten home, she wouldn’t leave her brother’s side, but I managed to get out of her what had happened.
Her father.
I’d seen a man watching as we drove by. The head wound bandage was a nice touch.
What had he been doing at their apartment?Why?Why had he been there? Hadn’t he done enough damage?
I paced in front of the elevators. Eric had taken over my study, and I didn’t mind. But this was a conversation I wanted to have as far away from them as possible. There was no privacy at my house anymore.
I jogged down the steps to the basketball court.
“Something where he disappears and never bothers them again,” I said through my teeth. “Permanently.”
“I’m close by. I’ll come over so we can talk about this in person,” he said far too rationally for my liking.
“No,” I said quickly. Lexie and Eric needed my support. This was my way of doing it at the moment. “It’s not a good time.”
“I follow where you’re going with this request, but are you sure you want apermanentsolution?”
In the years we’d known one another, we’d never had a conversation such as this. Then again, I wasn’t quite sure I’d ever been this angry.
Her father had a lot of nerve, I’d give him that.
“I want him back in jail. With zero chance of ever setting foot in the free world again.” I threw a basketball at the wall as hard as I could.
Whack.
The sound reverberated off the space, yet it did nothing to settle my frazzled nerves. I paced up and down the court, my shoes clacking on the polished floor.
“I . . . was concerned for a moment.” Relief was evidence in my friend’s voice.
“Believe me, I want to ask you for that.”
Daniel had close ties to a family well-known for its rule of the New York underworld. He wasn’t involved with them on a day-to-day level, but the head of the family was like a father to him.
I didn’t want to owe the Salvatores anything, but it couldn’t be worse than what would come due to my own father.
