He doesn’t answer, just kneels on the wet ground, fingers still wrapped around my arm as I lean into his ear. My fingers lever the metal from his skull, pointing it in front of him instead to let one round off as a warning. It sings in the air, the sound of fucking death coming with it, causing the fucker to jump a little under me. “Give me a reason to trust you, Cane.”
Silence again.
Until.
“Let me answer the fucking phone and I might be able to,” he grunts out, trying to shake me off him again. He digs around in his jacket, pulling the thing from his pocket and holding it up. “Better still, answer it your goddamn self. Dick.”
The sole of my shoe kicks him forward onto his hands, and I snatch at the phone, leaving him ass up in the fucking air. Nathan's name flashes at me, three missed calls along with it.
“What?” I snap into it.
“Vico? Where’s Quinn?”
“Being my bitch.” I smirk as he rises back up onto his haunches, his eyes whipping back to mine. “What do you have?”
“Trucks abandoned on a side road outside New York. It’s off route.” My brow furrows as I tuck my gun back where it belongs and grab my jacket from the floor. “From what I can see, three bodies around it. Back doors wide open.” I turn back to look at Quinn, wondering when my little bitch is gonna get back on his feet.
“And you know this how?”
“Because I sent a drone out searching. Stupid fucks have no security around those. Not enough for me anyway.” I nod at Luca as he comes over to my side, eyes flicking at the car, which he heads to get.
“Feds don’t know?” I grab out my own phone, pulling Harvey's name up.
“Not yet.” I look around at the boys, pointing them towards their own vehicles. “Won't be long before something's sent in, though. I'll try to block the communications for a while. Should give you around thirty minutes.” I'm gonna need more than that.
“Good. Send me the location. We’ll get to it now.”
I end the call and turn to walk backwards, amused at Quinn now he’s finally on his feet and brushing off a suit that is fucked beyond all recognition. My arms stretch out, fingers waving some more in my direction, egging him on for more.
“You coming, bitch?”
Luca starts the engine behind me and pulls around slow, so I open the door and get in, unsure if I should shut the damn thing and leave a Cane rotting on these docks.
“Don’t you dare, Vico,” he says, fingers on the frame before I get the chance. How the hell did he get here so quick?I peer up at him from the car, waiting for something to clarify who the fuck he is to me. Friend? Enemy? Just another one like me, lurking in the gloom ready to take everything that’s mine? “You try that shit again and I’ll kill you myself.” My brow arches as he slides in and faces me, every violent undertone he’s got trying to hold back from discharging in my direction. “Next time I won’t hold back.”
Cute.
I chuckle and turn from him, eyes focused through this goddamn window as Luca drives us out of the dock.I don’t know what the fuck Quinn and his brother are up to yet, but one thing’s for damn sure: we’ll be doing that shit again sometime.
And soon.
Sixteen
Something wakes me. A noise? I crack one eye open and realise I’m not in my bed but curled up on the sectional in the living room. I straighten, embarrassed that I’ve fallen asleep, and disorientated. This isn’t like me. I’m not this girl. I’m sharp, professional, and ready for any situation. I look to the clock—five in the morning.
The last thing I remember is talking with Emily, but she’s not here with me. I unfurl my body and stretch, noting my casual yoga pants and cami top. Another noise, this time I can discern voices. My hands run over my hair, attempting to smooth it down as I stand and prepare to meet Benjamin coming through the door.
My heart thunders in my chest, and my palms begin to sweat at what I’m about to be met with, but at least he’s back. Alive. I release a breath and try to mentally prepare because I know—I know that he’ll be furious.Whatever deal or plan was planned for tonight hasn’t gone according to his plan, and that’s because of me.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I hear him grumble and at his words, I straighten my back.
“Not particularly. We’ve got shit to sort.”
Quinn’s with him.
My feet inch closer so I might catch them as they pass. It’s Quinn’s eyes that glance at me first. He stops, and his gaze slides over me from head to toe. I’ve had men look at me like I was a possession, something for them to enjoy all of my life, or at least since I started putting myself on the menu, so to speak. But Quinn’s eyes turn my stomach.
“Get your fucking eyes off her,” Benjamin growls from beside him. I instinctively cross my arms over my chest, but I don’t retreat.
