“As far as we can tell, he isn’t looking into her. Just you,” Tom replies, making my stomach churn.
“She isn’t safe, and you know it,” I tell him.
“I don’t have orders to pick her up, Mr. Sinner. I’m sorry,” he says this time. He’s sorry? No, he will be sorry if anything happens to her.
I look out the window as the city passes us by. I can’t believe this is happening again. I can’t believe she isn’t with me this time. I could handle it better if she were here. I could calm down and relax a little, but she’s not, causing me to be wound too tightly. I don’t like her being out there on her own.
She doesn’t know what’s happening, and that pisses me off. She needs to know I love her and wouldn’t just up and leave her. She has to know that much.
The ride seems to take forever before I’m ushered into another hotel room.
“I want to know she’s okay,” I tell Tom.
“I’ll have guys on her,” he tells me.
“I want Rodney’s guys on her!”
“You know you can’t contact him right now. I’m sorry, Justice.”
“If she is so much as scratched, I will take it out on you,” I warn him.
“I promise I’ll have people on her.”
“You damn well better,” I snarl. I have so much anger inside me that I can barely stand it. I’m pissed this has happened again, but even more so because she isn’t here.