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Out of all the things I thought he was going to tell me, that wasn’t on the list at all.
“A meeting?” I echo, skeptical. Given the feud we’ve got with Rossi and his rats at the moment, there’s hardly a lot of trust between our two sides.
“They’re sick of their men being hurt and put out of action and figured we might just feel the same sort of way.” Easton waves his hand through the air. “They wanna straighten this all out.”
I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. “Can’t see any way this could possibly go wrong.”
“Up to you, Boss, but…” Easton trails off, but the implication is obvious.But we might not have a choice. But saying ‘no’ might get us killed.
I run my hand down my face and nod once. “On our terms,” I state, needing to regain some ground and show that I’m not oneto be pushed around like a pawn. “A week from now, in the old warehouse to the north at sunset.”
Easton nods sharply, deferring to my orders. He pulls out a burner phone and begins typing out a message, relaying my terms. Seconds later, confirmation comes through. Apprehension and a glint of hope swirl in my stomach. This could either go very well or very very wrong.
Before I have time to dwell on whether or not I’ve just made a huge fucking mistake in agreeing to meet with Rossi, a soft voice interrupts my thoughts.
“What’s going on?” Kacie asks, frowning at Easton and me. Somehow, she still manages to look put together and in control, even wearing borrowed clothes that don’t fit her.
“Nothing for you to worry over,” Easton tells her.
Immediately, the doctor scowls. If looks could kill, Easton would be nothing but a pile of smoking ash. A hint of surprise flits over his stern features, and I can’t help but laugh softly
“You just fucking kidnapped me from my work and you’re not even going to have the courtesy to tell me what’s happening here? I stitched him up from what was obviouslya stab wound. Unless Kellan’s just really fucking clumsy in the kitchen, he didn’t stab himself,” Kacie snarls, and I swear Easton looks impressed at her fire. “So, if you want me to keep saving your asses instead of leaving you to bleed out when you trip while cooking, I suggest you tell me what the fuck is happening.”
Good God, I think I’m in love, I think with a smirk, her fire calling to me, the sass and bravery in her words turning me on all over again.
Easton holds his tongue, glancing at me for guidance.
“I’m keeping her,” I tell him, ignoring the shocked look on Kacie’s face when I say it, though she does look good with her mouth hanging open. “No harm in her knowing everything.”
Easton nods, and Kacie is about to say something in response to my comment, but I interrupt. I quickly explain the issues between us and the Rossi’s, and to her credit, Kacie doesn’t seem all that surprised by the fact we’re fucking Mafia.
“Figured you were into gang shit or something,” she says, waving her hand at me.
“What gave it away? The kidnapping? The tattoos? The safe house?”
“Your attitude,” she answers, and I can’t help but laugh. Her mouth tilts up to one side as she tries to hide her laugh.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe,” I promise her.
Her eyes sparkle. “You better, or else you’ll have no one to stitch you up next time you annoy someone enough that they knife you.”
4
KACIE
I’ve slept more in the last three days than I have in the last eight years. I can’t remember a time before this that I got eight hours a night, despite knowing the scientific and medical reasons I should be.
Studying medicine and juggling placements and exams meant there simply wasn’t time to waste eight hours being unconscious. I’ve learned how to live off four or five, but I have to admit to myself, however begrudgingly, that I feel much more refreshed and alive after a full night’s sleep. The bed here is comfy as sin, too, with plush pillows and the snuggliest blankets. Kellan called this place a safe house, so I expected the bare minimum. Compared to my tiny studio apartment, though, I feel like I’m living in luxury.
The thought of my kidnapper turned patient turned whatever the hell you call someone you had the best sex of your life with and have been hiding from ever since has me burying my head in my pillow with a groan. I’m wearing his clothes since I have none of my own here, and that dark, slightly spicy scent of him clings to my skin. I’m not one to avoid confrontation, but in thelast few days, I’ve made every effort to speak to him in a strictly professional manner.
Because … fuck, there’s something between us and I don’t know if I can fight it. I don’t want to fight it, which is insane. We can’t work out, can we?
My heart beats the answer loud and clear.
Yes, you can.
Resolved to be a big girl and speaking to Kellan properly, I roll out of bed. I tug a plastic comb through my hair—not ideal but better than nothing—brush my teeth and braid my hair back out of my face before leaving the bedroom and heading in search of the Don.
