Page 10 of Finders Keep Her
“Hold on. You and Marks? When the fuck did that happen?” War finally catches on.
“Now that the cat’s out of the bag, she’s been stalking him.”
“She’s not stalking me.” I immediately realize my mistake. I spoke too fast and defensively.Lock it up,I remind myself. Does it count as stalking if you're luring them in? Or if it gets you off? Because fuck does it turn me the fuck on thinking about her watching my every move. Thinking about how obsessed she might be with me. I don't understand it myself, but that's the reality.
"Is that how you were able to check in on her for us, Z? Was that Ronan?" War's attention snaps to me. "Don't tell me you have her locked up in one of your houses."
"She's fine." It’s a fair question. It’s also a legitimate possibility when I get my hands on Marks.
"That's not a no." Z chuckles.
"I don't have her," I grit out. I'm not irritated with him or the question. I'm pissed that I don't have her. I'm starting to debate if I should end this all and simply drag her home with me. Not sure that would go over well. Marks doesn't have a clue that I'm on to her.
“But you want to?”
“Not sure what I’m going to do.” I let out a long, deep breath. “I need your help.” I turn my head toward Z.
“I don’t know where she is. It was only because of you we know she’s okay.”
“I know where she is.”
Z’s brows rise in surprise.
“How the fuck did you find her?” I shrug. “All right, then what do you need my help with?”
“She’s spooked.”
“You are a scary motherfucker. I mean, you showed up with a hand.” Z shakes his head. War actually fucking chuckles.
“It’s not me that spooked her.” I rub my hand against the top of my skull, tension building in me. I’m not used to this shit.
“And that’s why she’s lying low.” Z puts it together.
“I want to know who might be after her.”
“You want me to make a fucking list?” He laughs. I don’t get what’s so funny. “Shit, you really want a list?”
“Is there a whole list?”
“That don’t like her? Sure, there is a whole country that doesn’t care for Marks.”
“And I thought everyone hated me,” War says. I ignore him.
“Who is she scared of?”
Z leans back. “I suppose that would be the better question.” I can see he’s thinking it over.
“There could be a handful of people that could spook her. It wouldn't be easy to find out which.” I smirk.
“Shit, what do you have in mind?”
“A trap. He’s going to set a trap.” War answers before I can.
“It’s time to hunt,” I say, standing.
Whoever is after her is already dead. Even if it's a whole fucking country.
Chapter Six
