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I wanted to say,don’t bother. I’ll be back before you know it.But I knew these guys weren’t playing games. Still, the thought of having them at my back day and damn night was suffocating.
“Speaking of seeing someone, Kat came around yesterday.” Logan shrugged into his shoulder holster and snapped the thing tight across his massive chest.
I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. “Oh, yeah?” I tried to keep the surprise from my voice. But my heart was doing some weird shit, making me feel like I wanted to palm a damn gun. “And what did she want?”
The pain in the damn ass just gave a shrug, but when he lifted his gaze to mine, the man was all serious. “I think that girl’s in a whole lot of trouble, the kind she can’t find a way out of.”
That panicked feeling in my chest only grew tighter.
“And it looks like she’s coming to you to help,” Logan finished.
He took a step, but all of a sudden, I wasn’t interested in seeing Kilpatrick. I wasn’t interested in seeing any of them. I wanted to seeher,to be the one who listened to whatever shit she'd got herself into and find a way out of it—the only way I knew how—with violence.
“What did she say exactly?” I muttered, hating the needy sound in my voice.
“Nothing,” Logan answered, and clenched his jaw.
That glint was there, that dangerous glint that told me and anyone else around him to stand the hell back. Something about Kat coming here pissed him off. Something about what shedidn’tsay pissed him off. I decided it was about time I paid her building a visit. Maybe this time I might even go inside, instead of standing out in the goddamn shadows like a fucking creep.
“Ready?” I muttered.
A nod, and we were walking toward the elevator, leaving Freddy behind.
The fucking wind was practically cyclonic when we stepped out. I lifted the collar on my leather jacket and tucked my head down. Logan didn’t even flinch. He just scanned the buildings, seemingly fucking oblivious to the howling gusts of wind as he strode toward Kilpatrick's building on the other side of the goddamn island.
Two seconds in, and I couldn’t see through the blur of tears.
Ten seconds, and I couldn’t feel my goddamn face.
Thirty, and I was cursing myself for giving a damn.
Sixty, and I wanted to murder someone.
Anyone.
I didn’t care.
Finley Salvatore, Alexi Kilpatrick. Hell, myself for that matter, for doing such a stupid fucking thing like this and for giving a damn. Still, I trudged between the damn buildings to come to his, and stopped. There were men inside, and I wasn’t talking about the couple of schmucks the Commission assigned to each building for protection. I was talking abouthalf a dozen fucking men.
“What the fuck,” Logan muttered, then cut me a look. “You know about this?”
I just shook my head. No, I didn’t know…and I was pretty sure if there was a secret group on the island, the Commission would know about it…and I knew everything that went through the Commission.
Unless Dad was holding information back from me…
I stepped up to the door and rapped my knuckles on the glass. I didn’t need to draw their gazes. They already knew I was there, stepping away from their huddle as one approached the door.
“Mr. Rossi,” he greeted, his gaze moving to Logan at my back.
But he didn't move out of the doorway, still barring the way.
“You going to let us in?” I barked.
A glance over his shoulder, and one of the six men gave a nod. Logan followed. One glare from the former SEAL at my back and the asshole at the door soon moved.
“Want to tell me what the hell is going on?” I challenged, narrowing in on the asshole who seemed to be giving the orders.
He said nothing, just gave me a cold, steely glare. “Just a training exercise, Mr. Rossi,” he answered. But the bastard had an accent, one I’d heard before.
