Page 41 of Savage Promises

Connor tilts his head. “You took a helicopter to Yuli’s in New Jersey. Thanks for gettingmea sandwich by the way.”

How he knew that trip was for Lennox astonishes me. Maybe I’m not as invisible as I think.

“Lennox is unmarried and she’ll be my sister-in-law.” Fucking cringe... “That means she’s under my protection, too. I think I need to assign her a guard. You can either get on board and accept that the Donnellys are going to be family or get out of my way.”

Connor shakes his head. “You’re not even married to Neve yet, and you’re already playing knight in shining armor to her sister.”

The mention of Neve makes my stomach turn. “I’m doing what needs to be done.”

I don’t deserve Lennox. I had my chance and I blew it.

I push away the useless fantasy that I’d be able to get out of this wedding to Neve and change the subject.

“Connor, find this guy and see if there’s any wiggle room with the estimate. Teach him what happens when someone tells us no.” I hand him a copy of that estimate the architect gave Lennox. I hacked the man’s pathetically unsecured phone and downloaded everything he gave her.

Connor grabs it and gives me a wicked grin. “Rhys and I will take care of this. With pleasure.”

Just as I’m about to return my focus to the new cache of weapons to update my inventory, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Lennox’s name flashes across the screen, and for a moment, the noise of gunfire fades.

I answer immediately. “Lennox?”

“Hi.” Her voice sounds shaky, almost broken. “I needhelp.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Where are you?” I say in a low growl.

“A park.” She clears her throat. “It’s over with Rafael and I have nowhere to go.”

My fist tightens around my phone so taut it might crack. “Do you have your car?”

“Yeah.”

“Listen to me. Drive into Manhattan right now.” I give her the address to The Sterling hotel.

“Oh... Okay.”

“I’m on my way.” I end the call.

Without hesitation, I bark orders at Connor to handle things in my absence, then head for the exit where my new driver is already waiting.

The past year has seen a shift in our visibility as crime bosses. I’ve been pressured to keep my Corvette in a garage and save it for trips home to Astoria or other personal journeys. For doing business, I now have a driver who carts me around in a Range Rover Sentinel, a rare model built to withstand gunfire and explosions. Griffin convinced me that this kind of treatment elevates me, and doesn’t make me look like a prima donna. It’s who we are now. Feared crime lords.

All these thoughts weigh on me as I climb into the SUV and tell Creed, the driver who doubles as my guard, to get me to The Sterling as fast as possible.

On the drive, I text my sister who’s the head of security there.

Me: Lennox Donnelly is coming to the hotel. Get my villa ready for her. I’m on my way.

Sabine: Why is Lennox Donnelly staying in YOUR villa?

Me: I’ll find out when I get there, brat.

Sabine: Don’t call me a brat, brat.

I smile. It’s how my twin and I communicate.

The drive uptown in evening rush hour traffic takes forever and I go crazy wondering what the hell happened with the wine guy. A breakup I’m thinking she didn’t initiate if she ended up in a park crying out for help.

What did that prick do to her? Is she hurt? Is she in danger? The idea of someone laying a hand on her makes my blood boil.

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