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“He seemed nice,” Ryth said quietly as I pulled the SUV around to the rear of the house and parked. “I don’t even know my father’s friends.”
“And that’s the way it’s gonna stay,” Tobias snapped as he climbed out, muttering, “if I have anything to do with it.”
I caught her smirk as Ryth shoved open her door and called, “Rebel, come on.”
T was jealous. Fuck, we were all jealous. The bodyguard better keep his focus on the grounds. I didn’t want to have to put the bastard down. But I would—I rounded the four-wheel drive, catching Caleb looking behind us—we all would.
Tobias neared the electronic keypad, punched in the number in his hand, and opened the door. He limped a little as he headed inside. I grabbed all I could while Caleb gathered up the rest and we followed.
If the house had looked impressive from outside, the inside was stunning. Black and chrome, with polished concrete floors. All I heard was Rebel’s nails tap, tap, tapping as she ran inside.
“Rebel!” Ryth called out, following her into the gloom.
But as beautiful as the place was, I just didn’t care. My focus was fixed firmly on the future, onourfuture. I headed inside through the short hallway, dumped the stuff from the car onto the stone kitchen counter, and turned to scan the area.
“There’s a weapons room filled with some impressive shit back there,” Tobias muttered, gesturing over his shoulder as he made his way further into the house.
“Rebel!” Ryth called as she came from deeper in the house, only to throw her hands into the air when she neared. “I can’t control her.”
I forced a smile. “Then don’t.” Her belly released a loud growl, causing her to wince. “Hungry?”
“Fucking starving,” Caleb answered as he cut across the expansive living room from the floor-to-ceiling tinted glass windows. “How about I make us some food?”
“I’ll help,” Ryth offered.
I left them and made my way deeper into the house, catching sight of a glass-walled elevator beside the wide set of stairs. I took them, climbed up to the second floor, and slowly made my way through the house. Five bedrooms, one with an open bathroom that looked like a Bali oasis, complete with rainfall shower and a pebbled floor with real-life oversized plants, and off that what looked like a…sex room.
I gave a chuff, closed the door to the Mafia boss’s private sanctuary, and kept moving onward. The top floor looked like it was for guests to close themselves off in private luxury. But that wasn’t us.
This wasn’t a damn holiday. This was survival. Instead of the bedrooms upstairs, I went back down to the second floor as smells of butter melting in a frying pan, then onions and garlic, drifted up the stairwell. The lower floor bedrooms would be where we stayed. The last thing we needed was to be woken up and having to scramble down three flights of stairs to get the hell out of here.
The bedroom doors were already open as Tobias strode out, his limp a little more noticeable. “There’s two bedrooms here, as well as Ben’s study.”
“Perfect,” I answered. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one thinking about an escape plan.
T glanced toward the stairs, then moved closer and kept his voice low. “Who is after us?”
“Now, you mean?”
He nodded.
“I’m not sure yet, I need to talk to Caleb.”
Tobias scowled. “Why?”
I licked my lips. T was a fucking grenade right now and the last thing I needed was to pull the damn pin. “Let’s just say I need more information.”
My brother moved in front of me, his scowl turning darker. “Information about what?”
I hated to say the name, each time I even thought of it, chills ran down my spine. “Killion.”
T flinched, the corners of his lips curling as a savage glint sparked in his eyes.
“You think he’s behind this? You think he’s the one The Order sent?”
“I think Ben’s right. He paid good money for something that he doesn’t possess.”
“Thatsomethingis our fucking sister.”
