Then again, when one’s family was in danger, it meant war.
I’d been down that path looking for Lexa.
“Getting information,” Lincoln said. He didn’t further elaborate.
We rushed to the vehicle and threw open the back door, letting the girls inside first. Izzie climbed into the back seat with Skylar on one side and Lexa on the opposite.
“I want my Daddy,” Izzie said. She had trouble sitting still in the backseat.
The kid probably needed a car seat, which was in Jaxson’s truck.
“How about we play a game,” Skylar said. “I spy with my little eye something yellow.”
“The sun!” Izzie squealed.
Skylar laughed. “Yes, your turn.”
Lexa reached for my arm as I stood just outside the truck at the door, keeping watch.
“What’s going to happen to me? I mean now that my parents are gone,” Lexa asked, her bottom lip trembled.
“You’ll come and stay with me,” I said.
I had every intention of bringing her home with me. While I may not have known anything about raising a teenager, I wasn’t going to send her to foster care or let someone else get their slimy paws on her.
Lexa reached out and wrapped her arms around me for a hug.
She sobbed into my chest.
I wasn’t used to girls crying, let alone kids. Well, she was fifteen, not exactly a kid, but still, she needed a role model. And I was the last person on the planet who Lexa should be looking up to.
“I’ve got you,” I said, patting her back as I held her. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
Skylar glanced in my direction. A frown line etched to her brow. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it.
Smiling, Skylar returned her attention back to Izzie and their little game.
“I spy, Daddy!” Izzie squealed. She pointed to Jaxson as he and Mason hurried toward the truck. His hands were covered in blood, his pants just as dirty.
I didn’t dare ask what the hell they’d done to DeLuca. The bastard deserved everything he had come to him.
Jaxson was the first to approach the truck. He wiped his filthy hands on his pants, as if that would erase the memories and the bloodshed.
“There’s an auction at midnight,” Jaxson said. “We need to be there. I’ve got the GPS coordinates in my phone.”
“What about DeLuca?” I asked. “Do we need to worry about him warning his men?”
Mason exhaled a heavy breath. “He’s not talking.”