Page 73 of Callum

“We’re going out. Get dressed.”

“Out?” The knife rolls through her fingers as she familiarizes herself with the weight of it. “I didn’t think I was allowed out until you find whoever is looking for me.”

Keeping my eyes on the knife in her hand, I step toward Rosalind until she’s pinned between me and the doorjamb. “Plans have changed.”

“Did they find her?”

“I don’t think so,” my hand runs across her shoulder, sliding down her arm until my fingers close around hers. The knife is crushed between our palms, and I feel her stiffen. “But something has changed, and I intend for us to find out what it is together.”

Rosalind smirks, lifting her chin defiantly. “What if I want to go without you?”

“How exactly do you plan to do that, kitten?”

She moves before I finish speaking, a flash of silver catching my eye. My left hand comes up to block the blade, but it’s just a decoy. The cold snap of metal around my right wrist is nearly as surprising as the sound of something clicking closed around the door handle.

The handcuffs rattle against the doorknob as I try to wrestle my hand free. “You little brat.”

“What was that, Doc? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me leaving.”

“Get back here,” I try to take a step toward her, but the door follows me, slamming into the back of my head with a loud thud. Rosalind’s laughter is almost worth the pain. “Uncuff me, kitten.”

“No.” She smiles brightly, blowing a kiss in my direction as she scampers toward the bathroom.

“I’m going to punish you for this.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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“Malik woke up.”

Grant doesn’t comment on Rosalind being with me when we walk into the Warehouse. He simply nods in her direction before making his announcement. A lot has changed in the five days since I was last here, mainly the fact that there is heat in the building now, but also the addition of drywall. Grant is leaning against one of the new walls near the back of the garage, with Maddock and Merrick standing on either side of him.

My eyes catch on the crates lining the wall to my right, and I realize what we’re really doing here. “What did Malik say?”

“He doesn’t remember who got past him,” Grant sighs, pushing off the wall to begin pacing the length of the room. That neither of our brothers has to move from where they’re standing tells me this isn’t his first round of pacing. “Just that it was several men.”

“Several?”

“Is this going to be one of those times where you just repeat everything I say to you without contributing to the conversation?”

I make a show of thinking about it, and he flips me off before walking back in the direction he came from. “How many men is ‘several’?”

“He estimated eight, but the first man he saw is the one that shot him, so it could be more.”

Fuck, that’s more than we had been expecting. “Where are eight Romans hiding in Forest Falls?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Grant’s growled response tells me he’s as pissed about this as I am. He continues to stalk along the back wall, his eyes sweeping the room, though I don’t think he’s seeing the empty Warehouse. “They disappeared the moment they crossed the border. Someone has to be helping them.”

“Is that why we’re here? You think the GiGi’s are helping them?”

Grant stops, turning his gaze to Rosalind. “Do the GiGi’s have the capacity to help the RMF within the borders of Forest Falls?”

“Well,” she doesn’t break eye contact with Grant, even when he steps closer to her. “They’re prostitutes. Men are willing to do a hell of a lot for pussy, as I’m sure you know.”

Grant huffs something about “imbeciles” before spinning to prowl along the wall again. “So, they could be anywhere.”

“With anyone,” Maddock adds with a sigh. “I don’t think we can do both, boss.”

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