Page 121 of With A Little Luck
“They upped the ante,” I murmur, trying to keep myself focused.
Dammit.
I want more kisses.
And full range of motion with my arm so I can make all the naughty positions I’ve been dreaming of a reality.
“We won’t be leaving the house without a backup team, and that’s outside of me and Trigg. Easton called in a few guys who are normally based out of Virginia. One team is going to help out with your friend Sutton. The others will rotate around where they’re needed, but we’re no longer being hunted. Shadow Security is going on the offensive.”
“Shit,” she whispers. “I really need to check in with Sutton. So much has been going on…” Her teeth dig into her lower lip. “And she’s involved in all of this because of me.”
“Nah, sweetheart. She’s involved because Trigg has no chill when it comes to you. That’s not your fault.”
“Still…”
“She’s got Knox and a couple guys from the office with her. They’re going to protect her, but truthfully, today proved she’s probably not on their radar at all.”
Quincy stops holding herself up on her forearm and cuddles up to the left side of my chest while her freezing-ass toes dig into the side of my calf. “I appreciate you guys looking after her. Maybe I’ll call her once you fall asleep. You need rest.”
I tilt my head down and almost laugh. She’s the one with her eyes closed. “I’ll do my best.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Trigg
My eyes narrow as I study Easton once we’re back in his office at Shadow Security.
I would like to get this shit show over with so I can get home to my omega. At the same time, her safety comes before all else, and even though we managed to take out the team waiting at her house…
There are others.
Valor leans against the wall next to me as several other mercenaries stand with their backs to the wall just inside the doorway. For some reason, Easton didn’t want them lined up on the opposite wall from me and Valor, and I’m interested to see what the purpose of that was.
“Are we waiting for something in particular?” I ask, trying to keep my tone respectful, considering the room full of his employees.
“We are.” East nods at Calder, who types away on his laptop.
“All right, we’re good,” Calder says.
Easton grabs a remote, and a screen lowers on the wall across from me.
“Now that I have a license plate number to follow, I’ve been backtracking the vehicle that belonged to the team that hitQuincy’s house,” Calder says, putting his computer on Easton’s desk and typing away. “Well, one of the two teams that have been splitting the surveillance of her house since two nights ago. That leads me to believe someone was following Trigg, Knox, and Ridge when they first picked Quincy up. They must know our neighborhood is fortified, and as such, not a desirable location to try to hit.” He clicks the trackpad, and the projector screen lights up. “They knew she would have to return to her house at some point. It became a waiting game.”
“We have confirmation from the cleanup team from this morning,” Easton says, gesturing at the screen. “The three individuals who attacked are from Costa’s personal team.”
Photos pop up in two lines on the screen. Most are driver’s license pictures, but a few are candid shots, meaning they must not have been in any government database. Three of the eight men have red Xs over their faces. I’m going to take that to indicate there are five others suspected to be in Burlington, but I’m more bothered by the fact they were never on my radar.
I never forget a face, and the members of Costa’s personal team that I flagged as being in town aren’t on the screen.
My teeth grind together.
Either I fucked up, or Costa called in reinforcements.
“We have a location for the five remaining members, but Costa has not been spotted entering or exiting the rental house.” Easton stands and walks to the screen. “They’ll be handled tonight?—”
“Are we trying to take at least one alive?” Valor asks from my side, his words rolling together with his Scottish accent.
“Ideally.” Easton nods and points toward the men near the door. “You two are headed to back up Knox. Dismiss the other team and have them come back to the office. You’ll be with him until Costa is handled or I tell you otherwise. Calder will text you the information.” The men don’t move, and Easton sighs. “Go.”
