Page 61 of Luke's Revenge (Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy 3)

Chapter Forty-One

Ana

We’re naked, lying face-to-face, and talking, when Luke’s cellphone rings from somewhere on the floor. Both of us sit up, and adrenaline zips through my veins. This is it. I know this is it. By the time Luke is standing and holding his phone, I’m reaching for my pants I put on back in Denver, with no luck. Where are my pants?!

“Closet,” Luke says. “Blake’s wife brought you clothes.” He answers the call on speaker. “Yeah, Savage?”

“Louis is downstairs in a limo, waiting on Kurt to come down. Get here now.” He disconnects.

I’m already climbing over the bed for the fast path to the closet. In ten minutes, I’m in jeans, boots, a tank, and a hoodie with a gun at my waist. We’re about to exit the apartment when Luke catches me to him and kisses me hard and fast. “This is our apartment now, not mine.”

“Yes,” I say, warmed by his insistence, and determination to make his home my home. “I want to be here, not there. I want to go back, pack up, and just come here. Like tomorrow. Or when this is over. I just want to be here.” I surprise myself with just how vehemently I say those words. I’m done with The Ranch and the FBI. I feel it in my bones.

“Tomorrow,” he agrees, setting me free.

A few minutes later, we are on the street in the SUV with Adam. “You still have the coin?” I ask.

“Dexter has it,” he replies. “We decided we didn’t want you two with it on your persons, which means it can’t be with me because I’m with you. If Louis wants it, we need a trade of sorts. Safety for the coin.”

“It’s his promise of protection,” Luke replies. “I don’t like that view.”

“Kurt knows him,” I say. “I don’t think he will want to cross him.”

“Let’s just hope Kurt isn’t working with him and fucking us over.”

It’s a brutal thought, but one we have to consider.

Adam pulls us into traffic and Luke and Adam’s cellphones buzz with a text. Luke reads his and then shows the message from Savage to me: The cellar. Lower level. And address follows.

A cellar feels way too much like a grave to suit me right now.

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