What the fuck did he want?
Leon stood by his car, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed in my direction. I strode toward him, my jaw clenched.
“Did you see the black sedan?” I asked.
He looked at me in confusion.
Christ, how the hell was he allowed to protect Avery?
“The car without tags?” I asked.
“You think someone followed me?” His smug as shit grin pissed me the fuck off. “No one can follow me.”
“I did,” I snapped.
His grin faded.
“Not the first time I followed you either,” I added. “You never notice, just as you failed to fucking notice the Sedan, or the fact that the asshole walked a few feet behind you to the restaurant.”
He swallowed hard. “Fuck.”
“The guy disappeared in the crowd,”I said. “He must have doubled back and got the hell out of here.”
Leon ran his hand through his hair. “Is Avery okay?”
My jaw ticked at how familiar he was with her. “She’s still in the restaurant. The boss wants me to bring her home. When we leave, I want you to wait behind at least five cars before following us. Make sure nobody is on our tail.”
He nodded. He was a little shaken, but he seemed to be ready to do as I stated.
“If you see anything, anyone suspicious, you call me or you call the boss.”
He stood up taller, his gaze assessing as he scanned the area around us.
“Five cars behind you,” he repeated.
“I’ve got Avery,” I reiterated him.
“I’ve got your backs.”
I should worry that the lines between my job and protecting Avery were becoming blurred.
