Page 49 of Hidden But Not Safe

Naz pointed at Meg, then at the door. Julio didn’t follow the gesture, his sneer already rising.

“Meg.” Her name was easy to say. He focused on the second word, his lips opening to spit it out. “Come.”

Julio’s sneer twisted into a smirk. “You want to make my woman come?”

The tension in Naz’s neck spread down his spine. He jerked his head in denial.

Meg’s hands whitened, clutching the edge of the table tighter. “I’m not going with you this time,” she said, still not looking at him.

Her thigh had whitened, too, where Julio gripped it, and Naz debated ripping the man’s hand off of her and tossing her over his shoulder.

The only thing that stopped him was that he knew Meg wouldn’t like it. She was the one who didn’t want to go with him.

“Shit, take her,” Julio said, removing his hand.

Meg’s gaze lifted from her lap to stare at Julio. “But I’d rather stay with you.”

“You’ve gotten fucking clingy the last few days. I could use a break.” Julio shoved away from the table, sauntering over to where Seb stood watching.

Meg blinked, her head swiveling to Naz in a glare, but the glare faded as she focused on his outstretched hand.

She took it, hopping off the table and following him to the motorcycle.

While he secured the helmet for her, Naz felt like she saw him for the first time in days. The way she stared only increased his nerves. She wasn’t smiling, and she still said nothing to him.

Her eyes coasted over every inch of him like she was memorizing the way he looked, and on their ride, her hands seemed to cling to him tighter than he remembered.

There’d been no address in Ramiro’s text, so Naz drove them to the office.

Ramiro stood in the parking lot with a scowl on his face. The office was dark behind him, which meant it was probably the weekend. Naz could never keep track of days.

He caught the keys Ramiro tossed his way, which were for the minivan parked next to Ramiro’s sleek, black car. He’d never been good with vehicles, but he assumed the car was something expensive, like Ramiro’s suits.

“You brought her again,” Ramiro said, his tone dull, as if he didn’t have the energy to lecture Naz at the moment.

Meg crossed her arms, buffing them a little. “It was Julio’s idea,” she mumbled.

Ramiro’s eyes tightened as he considered her. “Well, maybe a woman’s touch will help. I have no idea what to do with Diego’s list, and Naz won’t be much better off, but I’ve got too much shit going on to deal with this.”

Naz lifted an eyebrow.

“Fine, I don’t want to deal with it. Diego has gone fucking psychotic. Try not to copy him.” Ramiro sighed. “I’ll text you his goddamn shopping list and the new address. I stored some suitcases in the van already that you can drop off with his list of crap. Ditch the vehicle in the usual place when you’re done.”

Naz stared after Ramiro as he drove away, wondering what the hell was going on.

Meg snorted from beside him. “I think I liked him better last time.” She nodded toward the minivan. “Come on. I can’t wait to see what you look like behind the wheel of that.” She laughed as she moved to the passenger side.

The minivan almost sounded happy to see them when he pressed the button to unlock it.

Naz hated enclosed spaces, but the inside of the van was more spacious than the last car he’d been in. He rolled down all the windows anyway, letting the breeze slap his face. Meg’s giggle carried to him as she leaned into the corner of her seat and stared at him.

He’d missed that giggle.

“Oh yeah.” Meg snickered. “Totally you.”

Naz’s phone vibrated. The shopping list made no sense.

‘WTH,’ he texted back.

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