If I had a choice, I’d be home, holding our girl. If Anson wanted to stay and watch movies while I did it, I’d be game. I wanted to get to know him better anyway.
“Anything?” Fox called out, pulling me away from my thoughts.
“Nothing.” Enzo hung up the phone and looked around. Someone tried to take his father out again. Found his safe house. Set it on fire. He’d only just escaped with Marissa. We hadn’t told Rosalie all the details because we didn’t have them.
We were working the streets, trying to get answers.
Or, as Fox pointed out, trying to be moving targets.
Enzo had grunted at him, not denying it. I knew Fox wasn’t wrong. Enzo sometimes played dangerous games and went out on purpose, almost daring people to take a swing.
This was one of those times.
“I forgot my phone,” Enzo snarled, patting his jacket. “Fuck.”
“What are you talking about? You just hung up,” I said, frowning at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Not that phone. My personal one. The one Rosalie can reach me on.” He swore again.
“No worries. She can reach any of us,” Cole said, waving Enzo off.
“That’s not the point. All the security cameras are on that phone for home. I can’t check in on her.”
I glanced at Fox to see an unreadable expression on his face. We both knew what Enzo was saying. He wanted to check in and make sure Anson wasn’t fucking up and touching our girl.
“She’s fine,” I said firmly. “She ordered a bunch of baking stuff. I helped her set it out on the counter. She’s going to be baking her ass off tonight.”
“Really?” Cole’s eyes lit up. “Did she say she was making carrot cake? Pumpkin bread? Those little cookies with the jelly in the center?”
Fox chuckled. “Yeah. Cupcakes and all that. She wants to donate to the bake sale for the music department. They’re raising money to pay for new music stands and lighting.”
“She’ll make extra, though, right?” Cole frowned. “Did she say extra?”
“I’m sure she will,” Fox said, pushing off the Escalade and stepping forward in the dark parking lot. We’d stopped here, waiting for word on our next move from Anthony. As far as we knew, he was safe with Emilio and on his way to another location with Marissa.
“Fuck.” Fox turned and grabbed the handle on the door. “Get in the fucking car!”
“What?” I looked around just as a blacked-out sedan turned the corner, tires screeching.
I dove into the car with the guys, barely getting the door closed before gunfire erupted.
“Fucking goddamnit,” Cole shouted, ducking low in the front seat as the window got blown out.
Enzo groaned as his window exploded from a bullet.
“Are you OK?” I shouted, my heart in my throat. “Enzo?”
“F-Fine. The bullet grazed me.”
More gunfire.
Enzo managed to start the Escalade, and we squealed out of the parking lot in pursuit of the shooters.
I barely got my seatbelt on when another car smashed into us as we went through a green light. More gunfire sounded out.
“Motherfucker,” Enzo snarled as Cole shot out the open window.
Fox joined the fray, shooting indiscriminately from his window as I groaned from the impact. This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my evening.
