Page 37 of Splitting Secrets
With a surprisingly level tone, I tell her, “I’m already late.”
I’m beyond late. Who fucking knows how far Sonny has gotten, or if she followed my directions and went to the cabin?
What if they got caught on their way? What if they got lost?
Fuck, the possibilities of what could have happened in the time I was sitting in that meeting like a useless piece of shit are endless. I was supposed to be there when she found the key.
Abigail scrunches her nose, dropping her hands at her sides. “Are you headed after your TA and all her friends?”
My heart drops into my stomach. “What do you mean?”
“I saw them a little while ago, racing out the back entrance.” Her upper lip curls up in disgust. “They looked like they’d been rolling around in a mud pit. Someone should do a welfare check on them.”
Realizing I have to get a grip on myself or she’s going to realize something is up, I swallow down the list of questions clawing their way out of my throat.
“Who knows what these kids are into these days?” I dismiss, slipping on my usual disinterested mask.
Abigail shrugs, nervously shifting back and forth on her feet as she drops her voice. “I really do miss you, Raze.”
The last thing I need is to make an enemy out of the only person who would be able to tell the Syndicate where my prisoners went. Then, I’d have to kill her, and that’s no fun.
But holy shit, she is wasting precious moments by simply not taking the hint.
“I have to go,” I enunciate every word, keeping my expression frozen to hide the desperation coursing through my veins to get out of this fucking prison of a building.
Maybe Icouldkill her. I pride myself on not taking the lives of innocent people.
Don’t look at me like that; we’ve all got our own versions of morality. One exception shouldn’t make or break me. A simple snap of her slender little neck would do it. She’d never see it coming. Badda bing, badda boom.
Thankfully, she chases away the temptation by releasing a long, disappointed sigh and takes a step back. “I deserve so much better than how you treat me, Raze Whitlock. I’m not playing this game with you anymore.”
She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, not-so-subtly pushing them up and further out the top of her dress.
“We’re done.”
Do you promise?
The sarcastic remark sits at the tip of my tongue, ready to take a deep dive off before I swallow it back down. We’ve been over for months, but I’ll let her believe it’s all her idea if it means she’ll get out of my way.
My gaze flicks behind her, toward the door that I desperately need to get to.
“I understand,” I say, quickly blinking before she realizes where my attention truly lies.
With a theatrically sad face, she steps forward one more time and pushes up on her toes to place a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Goodbye, Raze,” she mutters before turning around and walking back into her office with her head held high.
Thank-fucking-god.
The instant I hear her office door slip shut, I’m sprinting toward the end of the hall and flinging the door open. The sun has nearly set and I’ve got a long trek in the snow.
21
Sonny
The Whitlock cabin is bigger than it looks from the outside. Under normal circumstances, I’m sure it would get cramped with all four of us living on top of each other. After being locked away, it feels like a mansion. I step inside behind Raze to make enough room for the others to pile in behind me, but leave myself the option to run back out as I assess the space.
The front door opens into a small family room that can hardly fit the two couches and sofa table sitting inside it with a wood-burning stove tucked into the corner. A modest dinner table is pushed against the back wall with two chairs beside it. The kitchen is to the left and is nothing more than a line of cabinets along one wall with a sink in the middle of them.
