“As soon as my wife, Mia, gets here, the guards are moving him into a room where she will give him an IV so the drugs wear off quicker.”
“God bless their souls when he wakes.” I cringe.
“You’re awake.”
I turn and see Greer standing at the doorway, hand over her chest.
“I thought you were only going to shoot me once.” I raise a brow.
Greer laughs as she runs toward me, jumping into my arms. Closing my eyes, I hold her tight, letting the rest of the world fall away.
“Don’t worry, I just grazed your ear,” she whispers against my neck.
“It’s time,” Bash says.
“Right,” Greer says, sliding down my body. I set her back down, brushing a kiss on her forehead.
“Talk later,” I say as I pull away.
“No, I’m coming with.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I deserve to know who this man is.”
“Welcome to the club, O’Reilly,” Bash says as he walks toward the door.
“What club is that?”
“The club of trying to control a strong woman,” Gio says over his shoulder with a smirk on his face.
Greer’s hand slides into mine as we follow behind Bash.
“How many warehouses do you have?” I ask.
“Enough,” Bash says, smirking over his shoulder as he pushes open a door. We all step inside, letting the door shut behind us.
“Mia’s here. Conor has been moved to a bed and is strapped down for the time being,” Lo says as he stares at his phone.
“Tell her thank you.”
Facing forward, we take in the man tied to the chair, face bloody.
“Looks like someone had a little fun already,” I say.
“He didn’t go down easily,” Enzo says, wiping off his hands on a rag.
“You can say that again.” Matteo chuckles.
The man lifts his head, eyes zeroing in on Greer. I step in front of her, blocking his view.
“Why did you do this?” Enzo growls.
“Haven’t figured it out yet?” He laughs bitterly.
Stepping forward, I grab the man’s jaw, forcing him to look at me as he continues to look at Greer.
“Don’t you dare breathe in her direction.”
