Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 90276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“She okay?”
“I don’t have time for idle conversation with a guy I don’t like. So, why the fuck are you calling?”
“Ah, so Georgie is idle conversation?”
“Georgie and anything to do with Georgie is off-limits to you.” The bastard had the gall to chuckle and I clenched the phone harder. “I told you never to call unless it was an emergency.”
“It is.” I waited. “I need the girl found.”
“Jesus. Like I told you in New York, it’s not happening. I don’t have time for that shit.” London, the girl I rescued from the sex-trafficking auction a number of years ago. She’d stayed at Georgie’s place until I found out who she was and where she came from. Found out she’s from a very wealthy family. She has been a constant runaway ever since she came back. Last I heard, she’d been missing for nearly a year … longest yet. Kai was interested in finding her. Wealthy family probably was paying him a shitload to bring her home. Thing was, it didn’t fit with the type of work Kai did. According to what little I could dig up on Kai when I’d first met him, he stayed low. Meaning no high-profile shit. London was high profile.
“It’s a time issue.”
I coughed on my half-laugh. “Why? The parents paying you extra if you find her before a year is up?” When he dragged my men and me to New York, I was under the impression it was something big—it wasn’t. But I owed him a favor, so we went and checked out the area London had last been seen. Then the call came in about Georgie from Matt and we flew back.
“The favor was for two days.”
“Yeah, well you got one.” I had enough problems with wondering what to do about Georgie. Vic knew a place she could go to sober up, get help, but no matter what I said two minutes ago, I was following my instinct and backing down. Something wasn’t right. It was like a tickle in the back of my throat constantly niggling me. Her cuts. Her disappearing act. That self-defense move she pulled. Shit, the bottle of Scotch she drank somewhere other than Connor’s grave, because Vic had sworn she wasn’t there all day. But suddenly she shows up there, passed out with some guy calling an ambulance.
Who the hell was the guy? A coincidence that he finds her lying unconscious and convulsing at Connor’s grave. I didn’t believe in coincidences.
I looked over the moment Tyler put his hands on either side of her head as if he was going to kiss her. I knew he wouldn’t, but still, I didn’t like it. I had to end this conversation fast. I kicked at the orange plastic chair in front of me and it toppled over. Both Georgie and Tyler looked at me, he dropped his hands from her and a nurse behind the desk scowled at me.
I felt like a fuse had been lit inside me and was slowly burning. Soon I was going to lose it, and losing it in front of strangers didn’t happen. But my thread was pulled so tight right now it was going to snap any minute. I couldn’t get out of my head the look in her eyes after she drove her elbow back into my cheek. It was an expert’s move. When the hell did she ever take a class to learn that shit? Georgie was too busy partying to take a class. It didn’t make sense.
I heard the ding of the elevator, then watched two burly men wearing security uniforms walk out, a doctor with them. Kai was saying something about the fuckin’ favor, but I was focused on what was about to go down. My eyes shot to the nurse behind the desk who was looking at me and talking on the phone. The men coming our way had eyes locked on Georgie and Tyler.
“Tyler.” I snapped my phone shut, hanging up on Kai.
He was instantly alert, turning and standing in front of Georgie like armour. I strode toward the doctor and the two buffoons to intercept. The nurse called out to me, but I knew enough about hospital policies to know what was going down.
The doctor stopped in front of me, cocky little bastard wearing a fuckin’ sneer on his narrow face. I was blocking him from getting anywhere near Georgie, although I suspected from his expression, and Rick and Mick at his side, that he thought differently. “Sir, only family members are allowed to visit.”
“I’m not visiting.”
He cleared his throat and shifted uneasily while adjusting his glasses, which didn’t need adjusting. “We’re going to have to ask you and your friend to leave. The nurse will help the patient back to her room.” From the corner of my eyes, I saw the nurse-—name tag, Belinda—come out from behind the desk.