I grinned at that.
India grew more serious. “If you ever want to talk about what you’ve been through, let me know.”
I looked at her face. “You’ve changed since we last hung out.”
She let out a hum while looking to Callum, who was making his way towards us with King. “In ways that probably aren’t for the best.”
“I’ll let you know if I ever want to talk,” I promised, “but you do the same. Right now, though, I just want to go home with my guys.”
“Yeah, are we going to talk about how we are both with multiple men?” she teased, lightening the mood.
“Good excuse for a date night.” I laughed.
“That would be hilarious.” Her eyes lit up. “And possibly really violent for others.”
“I would love to hang out… Although I’m not sure my guys should be hanging out with FBI agents. Could put Callum in a bad position.”
“Callum is only sort of an FBI agent.” She shrugged and motioned towards the bodies. “Think of it as a cover. He is—we all are—a part of something much bigger than that… Which is actually why I wanted to talk to you.”
“About?”
“Next time if you need help, skip the bureaucratic bullshit or even the mobster crap and just give us a call.” She slipped a card to me, pressing it into my hand as I realized that something about her words were important. I nodded seriously before she straightened up.
“I’ll see you around?” I asked softly.
“More than likely,” she agreed before nodding towards Abby. “That the bitch who messed with your head?”
I didn’t even bother asking how she knew that.
I nodded, and India stared at her for a minute before speaking. “She should be dead. I understand why you saved her, but she should be dead. Next time someone fucks with you, make sure you kill them. It’s better that way.”
Then she got into the car, Callum giving me a nod in greeting as he joined her.
King took my hand and led me to the others, who had gathered near our SUV. As we walked, I examined the card India gave me. The black matte card had a glossy blackGGembossed on one side, and when I turned it over, I found a phone number in gold. That was it. I frowned, turning it back and forth until Yates appeared next to me, looking far better.
“What was that about?”
“I don’t know exactly,” I murmured and then showed him the card. “Said if we needed anything to just call them.”
Yates’s eyes widened as he let out a soft chuckle.
“What?” I frowned.
“That makes far more sense than the FBI. GG is a group that—” He shook his head, looking around at the large warehouse setting. “We can talk about it later, but they shouldn’t exist, and the fact that she took that risk means she thinks we’ll need it.”
“Something to deal with tomorrow?” I asked softly as I tucked it into his pocket.
“The only thing I want to do right now is get some damn sleep.”
As we got into the car, I looked at all of my guys, who seemed to be shaking themselves from the violence that we just went through. “Is it really over?”
“It’s really over,” Kingston voiced.
I let out a shuddering sigh and closed my eyes, tears of happiness gathering as I curled up against Stratton. “Good. Now we can focus on more important stuff.”
“Like?” Dermot asked.
I smiled lightly. “I don’t know, something fun, like getting married.”
That would give them something to think about.