Page 54 of Black Sheep
“Okay. I’ll stay right here, but hurry.”
“Good girl.” I hang up the phone and hit the entryway where Grice is standing guard.
“Something wrong, Boss?”
“Maybe. I gotta go handle something. Tell Stefano he’s in charge of the club floor. I’ll call you if I’m not coming back.”
My hand is already on the door handle when he asks, “You need backup? Or a piece?”
I shake my head. “I’m strapped. I’ll handle it.”
“Be safe, Boss.”
* * *
It takesme fifteen minutes to get to Lambo’s, and a wave of relief washes through me when I see a blonde standing out front.
Thank fuck.She listened.
I hop out of the cab, since it was quicker than calling Warren back from his errand on the other side of town, and head right for her.
Drew looks up from her phone and stills as she spots me.
I don’t hesitate for even a second. I stop in front of her, wrap one arm around her, cup her face with my other hand, and kiss the hell out of her. She stiffens at first but relaxes into my hold a second later. I take the kiss deeper, silently telling her I’m so fucking glad she’s okay, and finally pull back.
She blinks up at me, her gaze hazier than it was moments before. “What was that for?”
“For this morning,” I tell her, but it’s a fuck of a lot more than that. I’ve never had something to lose before. Never had a weakness to be exploited. Now it’s clear that the Rossettis have locked onto her as being exactly that. “And because you sounded scared as hell on the phone.”
“Why is he here?” she whispers. “Is it a coincidence?”
I shake my head. “No, and we’re heading back inside to make sure he understands this shit ain’t gonna fly.”
Drew’s entire body goes tense again. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
I think of the respect I saw on Dom’s face when I threatened him. “Doesn’t matter if it’s a good idea or not. It’s what has to happen. Come on.”
I lead Drew back into the packed bar and spot GTR immediately, leaning against a table where Randi Brown sits.
“Has Randi mentioned knowing him? Did she invite him here?” I ask Drew as I glance down at her.
“I don’t think she’s mentioned him. And she didn’t say she was planning on meeting up with anyone. We were just getting together to talk ... about things.”
From the way she trails off after the vague answer, I have a feeling Drew and Randi were getting together to talk about what happened last night between me and the woman who feels perfectly right at my side.
But I couldn’t care less about her spilling details, because right now we have a lot more serious concern—why the fuck GTR is following Drew.
As Drew and I walk toward the table, Randi’s eyes widen and GTR turns to follow her gaze. When he sees me, there’s not even a hint of surprise. A smug smile curls his fucking mouth, and I want to knock his teeth down his throat for it. It’s like he wanted me to know that he was following her.
What in the actual fuck?
“You didn’t mention your man was coming out tonight,” Randi says, sizing me up.
“He surprised me,” Drew replies in a light tone. “Randi, you’ve met Cannon, my—”
“Boyfriend.” I finish for her and then spear GTR with a glare. “What the hell are you doing here, Junior?”
He puffs up at the nickname he’s been trying to kick since childhood. “None of your goddamned business, Freeman.”
