“That’s not a surprise if what we suspect is true. That’s her friend.”
“Exactly what I said to Nylah.”
“Have you seen Shadow around this morning?”
He blinked at the change of subject. “Yeah. Stalking Mimi like a lost dog lookin’ for treats.”
“That’s not funny, you fucker.”
Rael snickered as he stood. “Let’s go. I hate when I don’t fucking know what’s going on. Puts me in a shitty mood.”
My lips twitched with humor as I stood and finished off my coffee, heading down the hall to the guest room. Shadow was perched outside and he lifted his chin as we approached.
“Just the three girls inside. No one else.”
“Anyone else come by?” Rael asked, crossing his arms. He seemed a bit agitated and on edge but fuck, he was always that way. Guy was wound up tight.
“Only that new club girl.”
“Neveah?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t let her in.”
That was odd. Why would Neveah want to go into the room?
“Stay sharp, prospect.”
“Always.”
I entered first as Rael hung back, taking everything in. The girls didn’t notice our arrival. Desi was propped up with pillows and talking to Mimi, sniffling as Mimi held her hand.
“He fucking knows, Trixie,” she was saying, “He knows where you are and he’s pissed.”
Mimi shrugged. “I’m not afraid of him.”
“That’s stupid. You should be. Have you forgotten what happened the night Katya told us she was pregnant?”
“No,” Mimi sighed.
“He’s planning to kidnap you and make you suffer before he sells you to the highest bidder. I heard Sean on the phone making threats. He was telling Mikhail Resnikov that you would bring in a big payout and make up for the loss he’s suffered.”
My lip curled into a sneer. No fucking way.
Jones wasn’t coming anywhere near Mimi.
“He’s always been like that. All talk.”
Desi shook her head. “No, this is bad. They’re working with those Scorpion bikers and shit is getting ready to go down. I overheard Sean saying something about a setup.”
Rael moved forward with the confirmation of a threat. “Tell us what you know.”
Desi startled, turning to Rael with wide eyes. “You’re the devil!”
He snorted, shaking his head. “No, but I sure as fuck work for him.”
Chuckling, I couldn’t help finding humor in that statement of truth.
Had to admit his freaky makeup scared people all the time and it was comical. Fucker had a sick sense of humor.