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The gray sedan wore at me like a damn thorn in my side. Neon and the others hadn’t found it. I checked my phone, not yet at least. Not since the day the sedan followed me all the way from home. Dad had grown nervous…real fucking nervous.
The last time there’d been word of a bounty on my head, it’d resulted in one of us dying.Shit.I could still see Taken that day, the bullet hole in his neck, his wide stare of panic. The asshole in the gray sedan was just another fucking excuse for Dad to push me into coming here.
He was nervous.
Really nervous.
Which had resulted in increased patrols around our home and a damn tracker he'd forced me wear, as though he was afraid I’d be taken. I reached around to the knotted muscle at the back of my neck. No one in their right mind would come close to fucking trying.
Music drifted down from some asshole’s apartment in the distance.
“If you’re looking for Finley, word is he’s up there.”
I glanced toward Freddy and snarled, “Stop reading my damn mind.” I took a step. “It’s starting to freak me the fuck out.”
“That’s what you pay me for,” the annoying asshole who was my eyes and ears sassed me. “Not that there’s a whole lot to worry about. Although the penchant for pinkisstarting to concern me.”
I jerked my gaze to his, gave him a glare, then a grin, and lunged toward him as he caught up. “What the fuck is wrong with pink?”
Freddy gave a chuckle and dodged my punch. “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but it makes you look sallow.”
“Sallow?” I growled, striding toward the godawful fucking music. “What thefuckis sallow?”
“You,” he answered dryly. “When you wear pink.”
I reached up and massaged the muscles in the back of my neck as the laughter died away inside me. Logan just glanced at Freddy, then me, and smirked. Still that ugliness inside me reared its head as I caught sight of a group of guys heading through the glass doors. This damn place. It was full of fucking assholes with little balls and big egos. Guys like Finley, who liked to ‘play’ Mafia.
I slowed my steps. Maybe I could give all this a miss, just kick back and watch something on Netflix. Porn, maybe?
“You going in there or not?”
I sighed, listening to the roar of laughter.
“If you’d rather not go, we can hang out together? There’s this nature documentary—“
“I’m fucking going,” I muttered, and strode forward.
“Only if you want!” he called behind my back, knowing too well I’d murder him if I had to listen to him debate every goddamn thing David Attenborough said.
Everyone fucking knows Attenborough is king.
Everyone but Freddy.
I left the smirking asshole behind and strode toward the doors. Cool air-conditioned air washed over me as I strode inside and headed for the elevator.
“Lazarus.”
I glanced toward the dumb schmuck who'd spoken to me. Some dipshit draped in leather. “I know you?”
“Jeremiah.” He shoved out his hand. “Stone.”
I just looked at the damn thing and strode toward the elevator doors as they opened. “No, I don’t think I do.”
I punched the button and waited for the doors to close. I wasn’t here to make friends…I wasn’t here for a rich-girl fuck either, no matter how loaded they were. I was here for that fucking look…that one goddamn look on Finley’s face. A look I was about to get as the elevator rose to the top floor.
I was going to find that asshole.
And…and…
