Page 55 of Healing Her Lions

“Is she taking precautions?”

“Of course,” I say firmly. Plus, with her uncles around, watching her every move, she’s safe.

“We need Quinn,” Las decides.

“Awesome,” Lucas says dryly. “Let's go see the cranky bear.”

Quinn is intimidating. I sat quietly as the guys explained my problem. Quinn remained silent, leaning back in his chair, fist to his jaw, his focus bouncing between us. If I didn’t already have three sexy mates, I would be torn between wanting to jump on his lap or run away.

He had on a pair of faded jeans, a tight T-shirt that was stretched to the max across his massive chest, and a frown.

As the guys finish, the room falls silent. I shift in my seat in front of the large desk in front of me. I feel like I got called to the principal's office.

“Give me your phone,” Quinn growls, making me jump. He has a Daddy voice like Las so I quickly place the phone in his outstretched hand. “Passcode,” he demands.

“One, two, three, four,” I say quickly.

“That’s a horrible code,” he informs me.

“I know,” I squeak. I should have changed it, but I’m sick of all the passwords I have to remember.

“Are you on socials?” he asks as his fingers fly over my screen.

“No, I deleted them when I moved.”

“Who is Steph?” he asks, looking up.

“My best friend,” I explain.

He looks back down, and I look at Las, who grabs my hand.

“You haven’t blocked your brother,” he states.

“I couldn’t do it yet.” I bite my lip.

“Hmmm…” He tilts his head.

“I blocked my mom,” I say.

“Good,” he says softly.

I grin as if I have passed a test. Logan growls low, and Las squeezes my hand. I stop grinning.

“Can you help or not?” Lucas snarls.

Quinn raises an eyebrow as he slowly looks up. “If your brother is smart enough, or if he knows someone smart enough, he could track you through your phone. It wouldn’t be as easy since you aren’t on any of the apps that show your location, but it can be done. Every time he calls, and you answer, he can find you. All it takes is someone in your friend's family slipping up to someone that he knows, and he finds you. If he hires someone or gives your description, name, and last known address to an investigator, he can find you. I’m assuming you didn’t wear a disguise as you traveled?” I shake my head. “Right. Do you use credit cards?”

“Yes,” I answer weakly.

“Quinn,” Logan growls in warning.

Quinn rolls his eyes his way. “Anyone can be traced. If someone wants to find you bad enough, they can. That is my point. I will not lie and say everything will be okay. It probably won’t be yet. How much does he owe this time?”

“I didn’t ask.” I probably should have.

“That would have been helpful,” he says plainly. “Depending on the amount, we would get an idea of how desperate he is.” He puts the phone down, crosses his arms on the desk, and pins me with his eyes. “Are you willing to call him?”

“Why?”

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