Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Chapter Eight
I exit the office, and DD is kneeling next to the body.
She pops to her feet the minute she spots me “There isn’t much for me to do here and frankly, I feel uncomfortable.”
“Let me get this straight,” I say. “You are an ME, and a dead body is making you uncomfortable?”
She nods. “This one is.”
My patience level for DD and her fear is zero. I motion to Jay. “She’s made for you. You’re both scared.” I refocus on DD. “If a dead body is making you uncomfortable, you need to go back to modeling. You’ll get the kind of freaks there that breathe heavy rather than not at all.” I point at Jay. “Walk her home. She clearly can’t be alone and needs her hand held.” I head for the door.
“Agent Love!” DD shouts at my back at the same time, Jay calls out, “No, Lilah.”
I ignore them both and exit the apartment to find Kit waiting on me, while the tall, thin Homeland Security agent—I think he called himself Tom—looks deliciously awkward. Kit’s really good at saying nothing and still managing to give you the feeling he’s about to kill you. He really has grown on me. But right now, I have the odd reality of knots in my belly, as my eyes meet his with a silent question. Has he heard from Kane, or anyone, for that matter?
He gives a shake of his head that cuts through me. What if his uncle was ready for him? What if he turned the tables on Kane and Kane’s dead right now? I’ll kill him.
“We’re going to find him.” I start walking.
Kit falls into step with me. “We can’t do that, Lilah.”
Jay steps to my side and I whirl toward him. “Get your ass back to DD and keep her alive. That’s an order.”
“Kane—”
“I don’t suggest you finish that sentence, or I swear to God, I’ll pull my gun on you and shoot you in the damn foot. And that’s because I like you. You wouldn’t be having children when I’m done with you if I hated you.”
The Homeland guy is behind us, and I turn to face him. “Agent Tom, or whatever your name is—”
“Taylor.”
“Taylor, Tomato, you’re both Homeland Security, and frankly, I don’t trust you any more than anyone in the FBI right now. Most people do not find stepping into my personal space to be a smart decision. Unfortunately for some, they find this out by doing exactly that.”
He steps back and holds up his hands. “Apologies. Director Ellis—”
“We’ve been through this. What did I tell you Director Ellis could go and do?”
“Fuck himself, which I relayed. His reply was that he’d rather fuck someone else. He’d like it if you’d accept his invitation to help him do something.”
“Something? That’s creepy. Tell him to keep his sex life to himself. Also, if he’s stupid and needs assistance, he shouldn’t have accepted his job.” I turn away from him, glaring at Jay, and point down the hallway.
His face is pulled tight, his fists balled at his sides, but he’s not arguing.
Certain I’ve made my point, I start walking. Kit falls into step with me. “Have we talked to Enrique?” I ask, since he’s the man who went with Kane when it should have been Kit.
“Neither he nor Kane are answering.”
I swear it’s like the Hulk reached inside me and yanked my insides just for the hell of it. “Then we’re going after him,” I say.
“Lilah, I swear to God, I’ve always known there would be a day you’d make me come at you, and this is that day. It’s not what he wants, and if I have to make you hate me to protect you, I will.”
I punch the elevator button. “This sounds fun, Kit. I’m all in, but you better make sure you win whatever battle you start, or I’ll be going to Mexico alone.” The doors open and I step into the elevator.
Kit joins me and punches the lower level. “You’re a pain in my ass, Lilah.”
“You must be a pain in every woman’s ass you meet, because you never have a woman.”
“I don’t date because I don’t want the woman in my life to end up dead, which is exactly what Kane doesn’t want for you.”
“What if Kane’s dead?” I demand, and the squeeze of that Hulk fist is brutal, and my eyes are burning. Holy fuck. What is happening to me? I rotate forward, a raw sensation in my throat. Damn you, Kane Mendez, I think. You’re making me soft.
Kit steps in front of me. “Give him more credit than that, Lilah. No one is going to track him down where he’s at right now.”
He means Mexico, in the middle of a cartel operation. He’s being discreet about his word choices because there are cameras in the elevator.