Page 173 of Never Die for a Sinner
With the little stunt she pulled, it’s probably a good thing.
“Mr. Black,” Cheddar wheezes. Poor fuck has been running since the moment we found out Ava was missing. “Did you find her?”
“I did,” I tell him.
“I’m . . . sorry . . . I didn’t see . . . what happened.”
I want to be pissed off at him, but even I know it’s not his fault. I hired Cheddar to keep a watchful eye on Ava when I’m not around, but I know her.
She’s slippery. At the first sign of something rejection, she bolts.
Guess that’s why I’m too busy raging at myself to worry about Cheddar.
“Go take a breather, Cheddar.”
He shakes his head.
“I’ll wait here for Mr. Christian, so you can take Miss Ava home.”
I look back at the asshole passed out on the ground. If there’s anyone besides my brother I can trust, it’s Cheddar.
“You sure?”
Cheddar smiles through broken teeth.
“It’s the least I could do.”
I nod once, scrubbing a hand through my hair. I’m still pissed off, but it’s not Cheddar’s fault.
It’shers.
“Thanks . . . Hector.”
He looks pleasantly surprised that I’d used his real name, and it only makes me grit my teeth harder because she was right.
I’m about to climb back in the car when my cell rings, piercing the night air.
“Did you find her?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
And I want to rip the man limb from limb.
“Cheddar’s waiting for you.”
“Splendid. How is the big bastard?”
“A big bastard. Christian?”
“Yeah?”
“Make the call.”
Christian chuckles under his breath, low and dark.
“Happily.”
