Fuck.
“I’ve known her since we were teenagers, we’ve been through some shit, I can help.”
With a sigh, Ryker shrugs and looks to me for approval. With a nod, I let Wren go, watching her as she quickly marches from the room and around the corner.
“Aurora isn’t the same person.”
“I know but Wren needs to understand that herself.”
“There’s nothing in the room she can hurt her with,” Ryker huffs, dropping into the seat Wren vacated, “I’ve had word that Kingston has landed.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, “We need this shit sorted, the sooner the better. I have rats to kill.”
“You not think it odd that Valentine is untraceable? Even when he was hiding, there was still a trace, now there is nothing. Not even his men have been spotted, it’s like they never existed.”
“The fucker is a coward, gone completely underground since he pissed off both us and the Hearts. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll turn his gun on himself.”
Ryker scoffs, “that won’t happen.”
“No,” I sigh, “this city is going to shit.”
“We’ll get it back,” Ryker taps his knuckles on the table, “best go make arrangements for the King of England.”
My laughter is a quick huff of breath through my nostrils and a shake of my head.
I watch him leave and then I’m left with my thoughts, my mind whirling back to the safe house.
It would be wise to ship both Wren and Rory over there, give them twenty-four seven protection, security, weapons, and everything they could ever need to ride out this storm. I’d lose my fucking mind if something were to happen to Wren again and with Valentine still at large and the Syndicate breathing down my neck, I can’t help but feel like it’s inevitably going to happen, only this time round would she survive?
Beyond this shit, I have plans.
Plans for her and me, plans that involve continuing this line of Silver’s, plans to have her with my ring on her finger, my surname gracing her name, and her swollen and pregnant with my child.
I want it all.
And for the first time I don’t think I’m going to get it.