This is nothing like that Roehl shit. Lunis will take her. He isn’t ruthless, but he’s careless, and the people he hires are vicious. Lunis won’t get the dirt on his hands, but he’ll give the order. I will get dirty, give the order, and take out anything and anyone who tries to get Sparks.
But if they are able to take her . . . The pain they’d put her through would kill her. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally, and I can’t put her through that. Leaving her may be my only choice.
“Nathan, do you hear me? Don’t do it, please. I know that look.” Her panic picks up and the hurt from my unreleased answer sounds in her thoughts, he’s going to go. I just know he’s going to go.
She’s right, but she won’t know it. “I’m sorry, Sparks.” I smirk and hitch my finger through her belt loop, reeling her in. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” I grab her beautiful face in my hands, tilt her head back, and place my kiss against her mouth. Consuming her, I obliterate from her mind this moment up until she came around the corner. And I replace the now empty time with her recalling I caught her, and we ended up like this. She deepens my kiss, confirming all is forgotten.
I rarely steal her memories. I actually think making her forget things is cowardice. It’ll kill her to know or think I will go to Lunis. Her knowing or suspecting that I’ll leave her forever. I don’t want to hurt her like that. I gently kiss her lips, leaning away. “Where were you going?”
“Looking for you. I want to leave.”
“Leave and go where?” Olar and Lana come around the corner.
I need to speak to you without Lana and Sparks, I tell Olar, grateful he’s saved me the time of searching for him. He acknowledges me by meeting my eyes. “Go check on my mom and make sure Carmen hasn’t turned her into a Barbie,” I tell Sparks.
“Okay, Nate. But I’m ready to go.”
“Sleeping in the bed of my truck tonight?”
“Damn truck,” she mutters, punching the down button to the elevator.
“Can you go with Tracey? We’ll meet you two shortly,” Olar tells Lana. Once the girls are in the elevator and the doors close, Olar asks, “What?”
“Don’t be a bitch about this.” I wait because Olar may need me to kick his ass today about this shit with his mate. He glares as I continue, “Lunis just called, said I took his prisoner and his sister, so I owe him two and my own.”
Olar’s cheeks rise and he squints his eyes. His eyelashes practically touch his eyebrow rings with how tight his face pulls together in bemusement and animosity. His hands shake and calms every five seconds.
I lean against the wall, waiting for the fight within him to be over.
Growling, he punches the wall next to my head, and then looks at me with hostility set deep in his face.
“Did that make you feel better?” I eye the hole next to my head. Pointing to it, I say, “You’re paying for this.”
His next words are slow and malicious, drawling, “I heard what you said, but I can’t understand it.”
“Do you want me to say it again?”
“No!”
I shrug. Personally. . . I don’t give a shit what he wants. I only wanted to let him know. “So Faye, that chick from the lounge. She was right. And once again, I have to dig us out of this hole of a mess you made.” Probably the last thing he wants to hear, but I needed to say it. Olar’s always piling shit on my plate, and I’m always left eating it. But he’s the only person I can rely on, so I have his back. “I’m not leaving now. Maybe not even in the next couple of months. It’ll probably be after we are settled in the new house. But when I leave, look out for Sparks.”
“Why go?”
“If I don’t, he’ll get Sparks and my mom. He knows about Ann and her relationship with Roehl, so my back is kind of against the wall.” Literally. I pat the wall behind me. “Thanks again, Olar.”
“And he said she’s his sister.”
“Yep.” I lean from the wall and head down the hall. “We’re leaving for Sparks’ house,” I say, exiting from the hall to the stairwell.
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