Page 74 of Retribution
“Then, they no longer need to see you,” Grant decides, touching the driver side door so it’ll immediately unlock.
Getting into the SUV, I yawn as I close the door behind me and pull my seat belt over me.
“Are you good to drive home?” I ask.
“The apartment or our actual home?” he asks.
“Actual,” I mutter sleepily.
“Yeah, I’m good to drive,” he says.
There is a long silence, and I begin to fall asleep as Grant gets the car moving.
“Lucas,” he says urgently, making me force myself to pull back out of the haze of sleep.
“Humph,” I gasp.
“You can’t go to sleep yet.”
“Fuck,” I groan, blinking my eyes. It’s hard to struggle out of the pull of sleep once I surrender to it. It’s as if I’m cutting the strings of my determination to stay awake. “You know how I get.”
“I know you so well it’s disgusting,” he admits. “I need to tell you something. Isolde called with some news.”
“When?” I ask.
I know Grant can keep things from me if he thinks it may derail my current plans. Ugh, did he do it with Isolde?
“Three days ago,” he rasps, clearing his throat.
“You motherfucker,” I growl. “Is she okay? You told me that she was back, I’ve texted with her. Why didn’t she tell me?”
“I asked her to let me do it,” he confesses. “I still think that seeing may be believing. It’s…wild.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” I ask, shifting in my seat to look at him. I usually sit in the back seat, but I’m glad I didn’t.
I need to be able to fully look at him.
“Is she physically safe?” I ask him. “Did she hurt herself?”
“No. She finished fairly quickly with her job,” he says.
I haven’t been messaging her much since I’ve been working in the lab and on company shit. I still have video calls while I split my focus. However, I don’t care. This is important.
“Spill,” I growl.
Unlocking his phone, he clicks on a photo album and hands it to me. It’s titled Leila, which confuses me more, until I swipe to the right. A baby with big blue eyes, blonde curls, and pale skin looks back at me.
Continuing to swipe, I see Isolde giving her a bath, holding her, doing something where she’s on her tummy with her.
My brows wrinkle as I see Alesso and Oliver holding her with stars in their eyes, making my heart flip flop.
“Does Isolde have a baby she didn’t tell us about?” I ask, confused. “I don’t?—”
“No.” Grant swallows thickly as he focuses on the road, almost refusing to look at me. “Over the last few days, I’ve been able to get the entire story. It was difficult to get a secure line.”
“And?” I ask, practically snarling with impatience. I think I’ve waited too long as it is.
Three fucking days to be quite honest.
