Walking over to my workbench, I open the mini fridge I have stored underneath and pull out a bottle of water and a stale sandwich.
It’s been in here for a while, but it’s all the asshole is getting for now. He doesn’t deserve anything nicer, and he won’t get it until he tells me for certain that it was him and his father behind the hit on my woman.
“Here.” I shove the water and sandwich into the cubby on the other side of the cell so he can’t grab a hold of me, before turning to walk away.
I hear him moving around and chugging the water as I round the corner and head back up the stairs just as my phone rings.
I chuckle when I see it’s Devlin.
“Hey, you good?” I ask him, pushing the button on the wall to hide the bunker before stepping back outside and securing the garage.
“Define good,” he huffs out. “I got the crazy bitch home and stayed with her until she woke up. She came at me with a goddamn hammer,” he hisses, and I laugh.
“Sounds perfect for you,” I taunt, and he sighs.
“She really is. Anyway, I gave her the story that she’d called me drunk off her ass for a booty call.” I listen as he continues. “She apparently buys that part just fine. Not sure whether to be happy about that or hire you to kill all the bastards she’s slept with in the past.”
I laugh. “Be happy she believes you. What about Olivia?” I ask.
It was the one part of last night we hadn’t come up with a solution for, and that worries me.
Best-case scenario, Shelby reports her missing. Worst-case, she starts to question fucking everything about what Devlin has told her before going back to Olivia’s house.
He snorts. “Oh, she’s already losing her shit, not being able to get a hold of her,” he tells me, and I groan. “I’ve been watching her all day, and she’s a ball of fury. What do you want me to do?”
Fuck if I know. “Call her in for a double shift or something. Make up an excuse of needing her at the club. I need you to buy me some time. I have to wait until Liv is sobered up before I can talk to her about everything, and hopefully have her message Shelby from a cloned phone.”
“Are you sure she’s not going to try and cut your nuts off the second she realizes you’ve kidnapped her?” he questions with a laugh.
“I doubt it will be easy, but I will do whatever I have to in order to protect her. I’ll make her see that her friend’s life will be in danger if she asks too many questions.”
“Good luck, man,” he tells me.
“You too.”
Hanging up the phone, I make my way back to the house, using the fingerprint scanner beside the door. It unlatches the top locks so I can enter the quiet kitchen without issue.
There’s no sound at all. Good. It means she’s still getting the rest she needs.