Page 74 of Blood & Lace
“If he’s not careful we will have too many eyes on us,” Prince said.
Nash grunted. “I know. I’ve been keeping track of everything the best I can but Damian isn’t someone who will leave an opportunity. All we can do is have his back.” He gave me a fixed look. “A certain someone needs to make sure they’re around.”
“Sorry.” I knew it without either of them spelling it out, I was the certain someone.
“You’re here now, that's what matters,” Prince said, hitting my shoulder.
Instead of taking Nash’s car, we got into my truck. My size wasn’t exactly always comfortable in smaller vehicles. I pulled out of the parking spot and followed wherever the GPS pointedme. I blew out a breath and tried my hardest not to let my thoughts of Onyx take over. No matter what I did, my husband stayed on my mind.
"We're meeting with some government officials," Nash warned, cutting through the comfortable silence of the car. I could practically feel his eyes on me from the back seat. "Don't do anything stupid."
Great. The idea of being in a stuffy room with a bunch of politicians made my stomach hurt. I almost wished I’d skipped out.
“Don’t worry about me. If I don’t have to talk, I’m happy.”
“Is Damian alone?” Prince asked.
Nash sighed. “He took a handful of the men with him but you both know how he is. He dismissed them. They’re all in the parking lot, not much use down there.”
Our organization was steadily growing and anyone that was allowed close was vetted. However, Nash was a paranoid man who didn't allow anyone near Damian. But our oldest brother was ten times worse; he believed no one could be trusted unless they were family.
I rolled my shoulders, easing the tension that built up from knowing my brother walked into the pits of hell without any one of us with him. My foot pressed firmly against the gas pedal as I sped through the city as best as I could.
“Anything we need to know going in?” Prince asked.
I drowned the two of them out, knowing whatever they were going to talk about would go over my head. I focused on getting us to Damian as soon as possible. What the hell was my brother thinking, anyway?
The city passed by in a blur as I took corners a little faster than I should. My stomach twisted in knots the longer it took and the more traffic I had to avoid. The fucking city was always so busy.
“Your destination is on the left.” The auto voice from the GPS cut through the white noise. I blinked, realizing we’d made it a lot faster than the damn thing had predicted. I shaved off a whole three minutes.
“Fucking maniac,” Prince grunted, getting out of my truck. “I hope you don’t drive like that with your husband in the car.”
I shook my head. “I would never put Onyx’s life in danger.”
Both of my brothers snorted. “What are we, just chopped liver?” Nash asked.
“My sweet bella is delicate. You two could jump off a bridge and be all right.”
“You do know what your husband gets up to for fun, right?” Prince shot my way. As if I didn’t know absolutely everything about my loving, gorgeous man.
“Don’t bother, he will start daydreaming about him. That man is a frilly lace wearing monster,” Nash muttered under his breath.
Onyx was so impressive, he even had my brothers in awe. A growl worked its way up my chest at the thought of anyone having my husband. “He’s mine.”
Neither one of them paid me any attention, giving me muffled agreements as we headed inside the building. As long as they knew Onyx wasn’t up for grabs. I knew it was impossible not to admire him. He was like a shining star, or better yet, an angel that had come down from heaven. People had no option but to watch him in awe.
On the first floor was a room filled with tables. No one was seated at them as the staff moved around, setting up for the night. I followed behind Nash, my mind blank as I kept my eyes peeled for any danger. We were led to the back where there was a private elevator that took us two floors up. And everyone says that the mafia are the sneaky bastards of the world. We had nothing on politicians.
We stepped off and were greeted by a bunch of men looking more like the knockoff version of Secret Service. The sunglasses inside were overkill, but I still made sure to glance at each of them, making sure to know where they stood.
Nash’s shoulders stiffened. “Non mi piace.”
Something was off.
“This way,” one of the guys said, opening the door.
We walked in and it was like hell had frozen over. Damian sat in the middle of the room and there were multiple guns aimed his way. My chest felt as if a block of ice had rammed into it.
