Page 97 of Falcon's Prey

“Okay. I’ll stay, but I want to go to the fight.”

“Ember.” Like hell if I would bring her with me.

“No, don’t. I’ve been a prisoner all last year. I couldn’t fucking leave anywhere. I hated it, Ren. I hated every fucking second I was trapped. You do that to me, and I swear to God, I’ll find a way to leave you too.”

“Like hell you are.” I seethed. “You leave, Ember, and I swear I will drag your ass out of whatever hole you try to crawl under.”

“Then, I guess you’re taking me.” The little bitch smiled at me as she took a bite of her sandwich.

I ran my hand through my hair as I went for the door. Maybe now was not the best time to tell Ember that if we didn’t get answers, our lives would be lived in hiding. Just as I stepped through the threshold, Ember slipped her delicate small hand in mine. I didn’t turn back to look at her but gripped her a little tighter.

“It smells like sex down here.” Ember scrunched her nose as we made it to the foyer.

Gideon was leaning on the couch in just his jeans. “Is there any part of your body that wasn’t claimed?”

“Probably about as much of your skin that doesn’t have tattoos,” Ember bit back.

“So, tell me. How does an heiress end up withhim?” G pointed a finger at me.

“He got kinda obsessed with me and sought me out,” Ember said as she sat down across from Gideon.

I sat next to her, then brought her to my lap.

“You’re trouble. I like you,” he told her, then turned to me. “I’ll get my shit and we can go.”

I needed to get my shit too.

Ember turned around, gently straddling me. “Thank you.”

She leaned down to kiss my lips with soft, unhurried strokes.

“I’m going to fix everything,” I said.

The smile faded from her face, and I saw it clear as day the shadows that hid in her gaze. “Not everything can be fixed.”

I sure as hell was willing to die trying.

When Gideon came out, I gave Ember a quick kiss. “Left you something in the drawer.”

I walked out the door without looking back.

* * *

“So the rumors are true?The enforcer is a woman?” I asked Gideon as we waited across the street in front of Remington’s headquarters.

“Don’t underestimate the bitch. She’s like snow: beautiful, but cold.”

When we left the house, the first thing we did was find a bookie with intel so I could go in the ring. After that, we came to the headquarters.

“I want you to go to the reception.”

“Why?”

I ignored Gideon and kept going. “You’ll like Clare. She’s your type.”

“Oh, so you know my type?”

“Pretty, nice body with a pussy is your type,” I replied. “I want you to ask about Ember. Say you’re an old friend and it’s been a minute since you’ve seen her. If you see her, get on the phone or send a text, excuse yourself, and meet me where I told you.”

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