Chapter Thirty-Eight

Luke

We land in New York City on a private airfield owned by Walker Security.

Blake is waiting when we deplane, with Royce, the oldest of the clan by his side. Both are tall, dark, and big, but Royce brings a side of rough and tough to the mix. A man of few words, and an abundance of attitude. Meanwhile, Blake is one big “fuck” machine.

“Fucking great to meet you, Ana,” he greets, shaking her hand. “Not fucking sure how I feel about you, Kurt,” he adds, eyeing him. “Which is exactly why you’re staying with Savage.”

Savage joins us and says, “I have my syringe ready and waiting, old man.”

“Chicken shit and his syringe,” Kurt grumbles. “I need to be close to Ana. I’ll stay with Luke.”

“Not happening,” I say. “Not until this is over and I know exactly where you stand.”

“I’ve told everyone where I stand,” he snaps.

“Show us,” Royce replies. “That’s the only reply that works.”

And there you have it. The reason I respect the Walker brothers. They’re honest men who are both warriors and friends. They also don’t bullshit. Kurt scowls but pulls his phone from his pocket and punches a button.

“I’m here,” he says whenever whoever he called answers. “All right. I’ll be there waiting.” He disconnects. “He’ll come to me. He got me a room at the Continental Hotel under the name Todd Moore.”

“And just that easily he took control,” I say. “I don’t like it.”

“Me either,” Ana replies, “but considering his track record I’m not surprised. At least it’s a public property. It’s feels safer than a private residence we can’t access as easily.”

At least, I think. And yet, I’m not comforted at all.

My gut is screaming like a stuck pig. Somehow, this is going to backfire. Exactly why I’m keeping Ana away from it. I catch her hand. Blake eyes me and seems to read my reaction. “I’ll get him to the hotel. Savage will stay with him.”

Savage grins at Kurt. Kurt is back to scowling.

As for me, I start walking, and take Ana with me.