Page 88 of Unorthodox
“Max.” Evora comes into the bathroom, her voice soft. “What happened?”
That is thelastthing I want to talk about. Evora comes when I call her. Otherwise, she stays inside the compound her father pays for. I’ll send her right back to it if she presses this shit.
“He’s dead,” I repeat, putting the rest of my clothes in the laundry basket, turning to face her when I’m completely undressed. “We aren’t discussing it.”
Her eyes roam over my body, and she drops her arms, stepping closer to the closet.
But just as she gets to the doorway, my phone starts to ring. I glance at it, seeing a long string of numbers I don’t recognize.
I answer the call on the third ring, without saying a word as I hold my phone to my ear.
Evora looks concerned, her brows pinched together as she watches me from a distance.
“Max Bennett.”
At that voice, I straighten, reach for my gun, my fingers curling around the grip.
Evora takes a step back from the doorway of the closet.
“What?” I grind out.
A laugh on the other end of the line. My finger goes to the trigger.
“Not a friendly fucker, are you?”
I walk to the closet door and close it, locking it with Evora on the other side as I press my temple against the black wood. “What do you want?”
Another laugh.
I close my eyes. Imagine Ollie on the other end of this line.Maybe this is it.
Does Oliver know I’m coming? Does he know his brother is going to get him back?
Does he know I’ve never once forgotten about him?
“Plans have changed. Christopher London and his son seem to be gathering the necessary funds to get his daughter back.”
Gritting my teeth, I say nothing, waiting for whatever the fuck he really wants. I have no idea how he knows what Christopher is doing, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of asking. No matter how much money they stack up, it won’t be enough to sway me.
If I have to kill all of the fucking Londons to get Ollie, I’ll do it.
“I know you know what’s at stake here, Max. But there’s something you should know.”
I bite my tongue.
“Danik London, it seems, has become an informant for the DEA.” The man blows out a breath on the other end of the line and I feel my entire body tense, waiting. “I can’t leave yet, and I need you to tread carefully.”
“I always fucking tread carefully,” I manage to say.
The man laughs. I’m sick of his laugh already. “Danik has wanted out of this life for a very, very long time. He’s dying to escape, and he’d sell his soul to cut ties. This grants him immunity, his father’s arrest, and he gets his sister back. He has a lot to lose if you don’t meet up with him.”
I don’t reiterate the fact that I’d never meet up with him, save for to kill him. “Christopher doesn’t know?”
“No.” There’s a pause, then he says, “Be careful, Bennett. I’d hate for you to get our girl killed.”
Our girl.
I know what he isn’t saying, too. If I fuck this up, it’s Ollie’s life that’s on the line.
