“WhatdidMax say?” I turned her head gently, my anger jumping at the concept of her being in the same vicinity as that fucking asshole.
“He said you guys were hiding something from me,” she said nonchalantly before taking a bite of pasta. I almost laughed at the way she casually said it, because I had a feeling she probably wouldn’t ever stop bringing up how we had hid something from her. Not right now, but give it maybe a week. Possibly less.
“You should contact them,” I told Kingston as he inhaled sharply and stood. “Can I run over and grab some files? I don’t want to leave here tonight.”
I grabbed my keys and tossed them to him. “You guys may want to go with him, there are more files in the room on the fourth floor.”
Kingston’s eyebrows went up as I nodded towards the gold key on the ring. He knew exactly what that room had in it, and I was somewhat tired of hiding it. If they wanted to think I was fucking insane about the woman on my lap, then so be it. Dahlia watched them curiously as they left, talking quietly and leaving me with my bunny. My lips pressed to her shoulder as she took another bite of pasta. I knew she was deep in thought, because her eyes had a slight glazed look to them. Also, if I had to assume, she was still dealing with some serious anxiety from earlier.
Something I knew would take time to disappear. Until then, I was just going to keep things as simple and easy for her as possible.
“What’s in the room that you gave King a key for?”
My smile grew as I nipped her shoulder, sitting back in the leather office chair. “You sure you want to know that, bunny?”
I mean, I would tell her, but somehow I didn’t think that was the best idea.
Her eyes lit up with interest, but before she could ask, her gaze moved to the picture of her parents that sat on the desk, a flash of guilt running over her face. “Do they know yet?”
“We sent them a message with everything. They are still flying, so I expect they will call sometime soon,” I said, smoothing a strand of her hair.
Her eyes darkened. “I feel so embarrassed.”
“Don’t.”
Dahlia offered me a tired look as I continued. “Dahlia, you always try to handle shit on your own instead of asking for help.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she mumbled.
“It is.” I ran my fingers along her jaw, glad the bruising had healed. “Everyone needs help handling shit sometimes.”
Like how someone had to literally fucking pull me back from beating the ever-living hell out of Ian in public. Had to stop me from pulling out a fucking gun and blowing his brains out. You know, shit like that.
I really hoped we got that call soon.
I needed to know he was gone, or else I would be in Scotland by tomorrow to complete the job myself.
“Says you,” she teased. “You’re stubborn as hell, Yates.”
“Only about shit regarding you, bunny.”
It was true.
Her cheeks blushed and her lips opened to say something, but once again, we were interrupted by Stratton. His eyes were filled with a dark shadow as he dropped a large box on the desk, his gaze narrowing on me. Yeah, he had seen the room. I kissed Dahlia’s shoulder again, hiding my smirk.
I didn’t feel bad about being such a stalker. I wasn’t going to apologize for it.
“You okay, Stratton?” she asked softly.
He looked at her bowl of pasta and picked it up, casting me another speculative glance before going to grab her more.
“What’s his issue?” she whispered, looking part amused.
My smile grew. “No idea, bunny.”
I knew.
He wasn’t wrong to be giving me that look. I had fucking problems.
I also knew how to keep our girl safe. I couldn’t do it alone, though, and that was why I needed all of them. But this time, we were doing things my way. We were handling this FBI shit, and I was probably going to have Brooks’s blood on my hands by the end of the week.
No one hurt my bunny.