Page 92 of Destroyer
“Scout,” Teddy said.
“Molto bene. Very good.”
“The Bratva sent someone to hunt me down?—”
“Fuck, G.”
“And I need you to help make him vanish.”
“When?”
“Not sure. Could be a few days. Might be a week. I’ll ask Greystone too.”
“I fucking love family reunions,” Teddy said, his voice brimming with sarcasm.
Gabriel laughed. “Anch'io, fratello. Me too, brother. Me too.” After a beat, he asked, “You taking good care of my girl?”
“Sydney?”
Gabriel set his cigar in the ashtray. “That’s the one.”
“Why is she so special to you?”
“Ask her.”
“No, G., I’m asking you,” Teddy pushed back.
“Because she was tasked with killing me,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Instead, she saved my life. If I have loyalty to anyone, it’s her.” He paused. “You didn’t answer my question. How is she?”
“You want a bullshit answer or my real one?”
“La verità, sempre.”
“The truth?” He paused for a beat. “She could be the one.”
SYDNEY
Sydney felt rejuvenated.Spending a few hours with her family helped. Seeing her aunt had been fun and she liked reconnecting with her cousin. After her aunt and cousin left, they’d cleaned up, then crashed in the family room.
But it was time to focus up. With Todd Petersen and Crafty Lamar eliminated, King A would hire an entire posse to gun her down, or he might be hellbent on killing her himself.
Knowing she was armed helped, but a sniper could take her out from hundreds of yards… and she’d never see the bullet coming. She exhaled a grunt.
Not happening.
A very sexy, very muscular Tank slammed into her thoughts.
Time to go.
She didn’t want to stay at the creepy Black Site, but knowing Tank would be there had blood whizzing through her veins.
I can’t wait to see him.
“Caroline, are you ready to take off?” Sydney asked from the sofa in the family room.
“Sure,” Caroline replied, “but I’ve arranged for someone else to drive you back.”
Sydney stared at her sister. “For real?”
