Brian sighs. “Tell him I need to know his answer by tomorrow.” My brother ends the call.
Delaney shakes her head. “He won’t do it. It would be a death sentence.”
She’s right. We all know it.
“Then I guess we need to find another way to deal with the men coming after you two.”
CHAPTER14
Delaney
Findanother way to deal with the men who want to kill us. Other than killing them first, I don’t see another way.
This isn’t me or how I think. Yet this is what my life has become.
“Maybe I can talk to Nelson and get him to call off whoever is looking for Duke.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I realize Nelson would never agree to it. But what else can I do?
Logan types something on his phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Requesting a burner phone be delivered with the clothes. I doubt Nelson will give you what you want, but maybe we can at least find out who is coming after you and Duke.”
“That’s actually a good idea. Any information is better than what we have now.”
For the rest of the day, we all stay in our own areas. Fortunately, there are some mystery books here; otherwise, I’d be bored out of my mind. Duke found a crossword puzzle book; that’s keeping him occupied. Logan goes back and forth between walking around, staring out windows, to checking his phone.
It’s almost dinnertime when Logan jumps up. “Our clothes are here,” he says as he walks to the door.
He opens it and in walks a very large man. I thought Logan had muscles. This guy has muscles on his muscles.
Logan clears his throat. When I glance at him, he arches a brow, and I realize I was staring at the new man.
“Hey, here are the clothes,” the man hands Logan a bag. “And here is the burner phone.” He hands him a box.
“Thanks.” Logan takes the items as the man turns to me.
He smiles at me. “Hey, I’m Axel.”
“Delaney,” I say.
“Okay, that’s all we need. Thank you,” Logan says as he practically pushes Axel out the door.
The man laughs. “Okay, I get it. Call if you need anything else.”
“Will do.”
Logan locks the door, then empties the bag on the table and separates everything into three piles.
I’m still wondering why he rushed the guy out, but I’m also happy to have fresh clothes. “I’m going to shower,” I say as I grab my pile.
On the way to the bathroom, I stop in Duke’s room. He’s lying across the bed. “Fresh clothes just arrived.”
He glances up. “Okay, thanks.”
By the time I emerge from the shower, the place smells good. Someone cooked something.
“Whatever you cooked, I’m all in,” I say as I walk into the kitchen.
