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24
HIM
Jacksonville, Florida
My fingers curl into a fist, but I resist the urge to punch anything. I can’t risk not having my hands in working order.
“Sir?”
I grit out the single word. “Yes.”
“I did as you asked. But there was definitely an odd energy disbursement that indicated he was involved.”
I tip my head back and study the ceiling tiles. A tiny corner of one has a slight brown spot, and it eats away at me, knowing moisture has affected it and no one cares to remedy it.
“I know.” That’s all I say, because I don’t owe him more of an explanation.
He has involved himself in this situation, yes, but I’m not overly concerned. I know how to manage him. I always knew he’d turn up once again.
“We didn’t pick up any sign of the other man.”
I mash my lips together to stifle the outburst that itches to break free. I know that, you moron! Because it doesn’t matter.
“All that matters is we delivered a warning. Now, he will run away.” Either back home to his filthy scum-of-the-earth gang members…or he’ll give in to his stubbornness and continue searching.
My bet is on the latter, and I’m rarely wrong when it comes to human behavior.
If I’m correct, the path will lead him straight to his death.
Just like his sister.
25
MAC
The first thing that registers is the whap, whap, whap sound, and I wonder who the hell is heading my way with four goddamn flat tires this early in the morning—and how the hell they managed to do that all at once.
The second thing—what has me stopping in my search for a ratchet head in my large tool chest—is the sound of the engine.
A shiver travels through me at the way the engine practically purrs. Smooth, without a catch, its low rumble is a euphoric-like sound.
I don’t know anybody around here with a vehicle that sounds like that. It sure as hell isn’t coming from a pickup or some new SUV.
Abandoning my search, I plod over to the open bay doors to watch for whoever’s heading up the drive toward me. The instant the car comes into view, my lips part in shocked horror.
“Ohmygod,” I breathe out. What the hell happened to Daniel’s car?
He pulls to a stop outside the first garage bay entrance, and our eyes lock through the small area of his windshield that isn’t a cracked shitshow. His features are like granite, eyes piercing me with his unrelenting stare.
It’s now that I register the death of that tiny fragment of hope inside me that thought he was returning because he wanted to see me again.
Something drove him here, and it sure as hell wasn’t lust. I’m scared shitless to find out what it was.
Once he shuts off the engine and emerges from the car, I’m reminded again how imposing he is. He carries himself like a man who’s familiar with giving orders, oozing with confidence. But now, I’m granted a view of a different version of Daniel Madrano.
This isn’t the man who’d kissed me with a passion that robbed me of breath. It’s not the man who put my pleasure before his. It’s certainly not the man who muttered dirty things to me through the night and fucked me like his life depended on it.
