Page 57 of Wicked Devotion
“Right in front of me,” Charlie answers, sounding close to throwing up. “He grabbed her, refuses to hand her over. I tried to intervene, Logan, really, I promise, but he keeps on telling me to leave. What am I supposed to do?” Charlie whispers the last words, and my stomach churns.
Logan stalks through the room, phone still in hand and looking like he’s close to punching a hole in the wall. Sam and Rockwell aren’t much help either, so it seems likethe incompetent onehas to take care of it. What a surprise.
I take the phone from Logan and walk over to the balcony to give myself space to think.
“He must be bringing her to his office. Don’t let them out of your sight. Hunter.”
“The asshole slammed the door shut right in front of my face. Do you know the code for the main building? I don’t have my card with me.”
I tell Charlie the code, and after two failed attempts, I finally hear the sound of a door being opened.
“Third floor, next to the General’s office,” I tell Charlie before he can even ask. “Take the stairs, it’s quicker.”
“Yeah, they are in his office,” Charlie pants into the phone a minute later. “She’scrying.”
This time it’s Logan who takes the phone away from me.
“Get the fuck in there, Hunter. You’re going to stay by her side, and I meanrightby her side. Don’t let him send you away.”
“He locked the door,” Charlie says.
“Then kick it the fuck in, Charlie. I don’t care how you do it, but you are not leaving her alone with him. Pull the dad-card or your fucking gun, butdosomething. Now.”
“Okay, okay,” Charlie stammers, and the last thing we hear before he ends the call is him rattling the doorknob.
What the fuck was Sanders doing in our cell block? The higher-ups usually keep their distance from our building, and especially from our captives. It’s easier to dodge unpleasant questions if your knowledge consists of rumors.
Suffocating silence fills the room, and for a few minutes, we all just stare at each other in disbelief until Red’s blaring radio drags us back to reality.
“Ozzy’s getting the helo ready for takeoff. Bring your girl next time. She sounds like trouble,” Red says, a grin on his face.
“Too soon,” I grumble. “But thank you.”
“Anytime.” He pats my shoulder, leaning a little closer. “Don’t let them get to your head. I know you’re a good soldier, so if you and Cabrera want to—“
Rockwell clears his throat, glaring at Red, who just shrugs.
The vibes are icy as we all rush to our rooms to pack our bags, and I’m glad Logan doesn’t try to initiate a conversation. It would only end in a screaming match, and I have more important things to worry about right now.
For example, where I am going to dispose of Sanders’ disassembled body if he does as much as harm a hair on my girl’s head.
Soon, we walk down the stairs with our bags in hand andhear Red talking to a furious Butcher before we reach the first floor.
“You need to get your wife under control,” Butcher complains. “I don’t say this lightly, but she’s a monster. I fuckingdreamof sewing her damn mouth shut, boss.”
“Wife?” I ask, not understanding a single thing.
“Yeah. Long story,” Red answers with a sigh.
“Did he just say wife?” Sam comes down the stairs, looking as confused as I still feel.
Red’s radio comes to life, and the groan he lets out before he speaks is full of contempt.
“Eve, mi vida, would you please stop torturing my men? That includes spitting. You’re not a fucking alpaca, are you?”
“Go to hell.”
So soft-spoken she makes the statement sound like a compliment, and Red closes his eyes, the muscles in his jaw straining.
