Page 44 of The Princess & the Prospect

She nodded and stood to follow J-Bird out of the building. He stopped her before they got to the end of the tunnel and placed something around her head so she couldn’t see where she was coming from when they left. Once they were topside, Kane spoke up. “I need to go let Gretchen know in case she accidentally runs into her. The woman wasn’t too far from her sister’s photography studio when we grabbed her.

“Do us a favor, and just go pick her up and bring her here, yeah?” Double-D asked. At first it seemed as though Kane would deny the request, but thinking better of it, he nodded his head before he left to go do just that.

“You think it’s wise bringing her in on this?” Merc asked my father-in-law.

“Toby would want us to make sure she knows and that she’s protected. We don’t know how tight those sisters actually are. Her good twin bullshit could have just been an act. Until we know for sure, I’d like to keep a man on her.”

“Kane seems to be the best for the job since he’s a prospect and works with her over at Permanent Marks,” Merc suggested.

“He also seems a little too interested in her,” Double-D spat out while eyeing the tunnel Kane had gone down only moments ago.

“He’s been gone a while now. She can’t grieve forever, D. You’re going to have to be okay with seeing her move on, even if it is with a brother.”

“Fuck!” Double-D yelled as he lashed out and kicked the chair that Clem had been sitting in so hard it broke into pieces on impact with the concrete wall. “I want eyes on the twin until we know for sure she’s out of town,” Double-D ordered, not giving one fuck that he wasn’t Prez here. We all knew he was lashing out because this was bringing on a world of pain where his dead son, grandbaby, and the woman they left behind were concerned. I finally understood why Kane had asked the questions he did when we were on our run to Jacksonville though. It wasn’t Ever he was interested in at all. It had been Gretchen this whole time.

“Already handled,” Merc explained as he tucked his cell back into the front pocket of his jeans.

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