Page 108 of Savage

Seconds later we were stepping out the door as a Lexus SUV pulled up to the curb, black and sleek with tinted windows. The only visible sign that someone was manning the vehicle was the shadow of a figure behind the driver’s wheel.

The passenger window rolled down enough that I could see King’s eyes staring out at me, then they shifted to Lachlan.

“Get in.”

The back door was shoved open, and Lachlan got in first, then held his hand out to me. Not about to be left standing on the side of the road, I took his hand and climbed up into the vehicle, pulling the door shut behind me. That was when I noticed everyother seat was occupied by each of the men I’d met during that super-secret meeting.

And immediately forgotten about, of course.

Where was I going to?—

“Right here,” Lachlan said as though he’d read my mind. He pulled me down onto his lap, and a snicker from in the back somewhere echoed around the SUV.

“Escape for a little midnight delight, did we?” Lucien’s voice was immediately recognizable.

“None of your business.”

“Clearly.” Lucien chuckled. “Since you didn’t bring him tomyestablishment.”

“Level five wasn’t exactly the vibe we were going for tonight.”

Wait,Lucienran level five? Oh God, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to actually experience that with Lachlan.

Or maybe I could, judging by the way my dick now ached between my legs.

“Could you please hold the gossip until the drive home?” Benoit’s lyrical voice came from the driver’s seat. “It’s too juicy, and I’m too focused right now to give it all my attention.”

“That sounds like a plan.” King’s gruff voice put an end to any and all small talk. “Alessio, want to fill lover boy in?”

I grimaced at Lachlan, wondering if he was going to be read the riot act for us leaving Libertine—andusin general. But when he leaned forward and nipped at my ear, a wolf whistle sounded throughout the van, and it was pretty clear he didn’t care either way.

Alessio sat forward from the middle back seat. “Mick made contact with the burner about thirty minutes ago. Sent over the address. Shipment should be loaded and in the warehouse by the time we arrive.”

“Your drones pick anything up?” Lachlan asked.

“A couple security guys on the front and back doors and a private fishing boat. Seems like an odd hour to go throw a line, if you ask me.”

A snort came from beside us, and I finally allowed myself to look at the Prince of fucking Monaco.

“More like throw a body,” he said. My mouth fell open, and he smirked. “Not that I would know.”

“Cut it out, Theo,” King said as Benoit made a turn into a less affluent part of town. “The plan remains as discussed. We breach, detain, and walk away. When that’s complete, Shep will make the final call.”

“Hang on a fucking second,” Lachlan said. “Detain? When was that decided?—”

“During your absence,” King answered.

“But their drugs have been killing people.”

My spine stiffened at the mention of why I was there to begin with. Alex’s death; Mick’s part in that. Once again Lachlan seemed to be able to read my mind, as he tightened his arms around me in a silent show of support.

“I understand that,” King said. “And they will pay?—”

“By being put in a prison cell where they’ll get three meals a day and healthcare?”

“Lachlan.” The name was harsh on King’s tongue, and Lachlan’s mouth clamped shut. “You have your orders, and you will follow them. Do I make myself clear?”

I could feel the tension in every part of his body, rebelling against King’s orders, but ultimately he gave a curt nod.

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