Page 62 of Fearless

“He just needs...” she trails off.

I’m not sure any of us really know what he needs right now.

“I’m going to go shower too,” JD says as I begin searching the refrigerator for food.

It’s not until we’re alone that Alana speaks again.

“Didn’t quite go to plan, huh?”

“No, not really. Not sure I was expecting anything else though. Trapping Victor is going to be like nailing down Jell-O.”

“I guess,” she muses.

When I glance over, she’s chewing on a nail.

“Go on,” I encourage.

“I’m just… Do you think we made a mistake? They know we’re alive and after them now.”

“It was only a matter of time before that happened. We couldn’t stay dead forever, not when we have a mission to complete.”

“I guess. Are we… are we… safe now?”

“As safe as we can be without jumping on a plane and fucking off to Australia.”

“But if they come for us here?”

“My security system is the best out there.” She raises a brow. “We’ve made some improvements since Mav, and turned everything on. I was being complacent back then, thinking no one could touch us. Things are very different now. In fact…” I stalk out of the room, and it’s not until I turn the corner that I feel the loss of her burning stare.

Inside my office, I make quick work of locating two cell phones that have all new tech on to keep them safe.

“Here you go?” I offer when I get back.

“A cell? I’m allowed a cell?”

I freeze. “Pet, I’d give you everything if I could. Of course you’re allowed it. It’s been upgraded. It’s untrackable, but most importantly, it has all the security installed, so if anything gets triggered, you’ll know the second I do.”

“Right,” she mutters, staring down at it in confusion. “I’m not sure I want to know that they’re coming for us.”

“We won’t win if we’re not prepared.”

15

JD

Pulling my bedroom door open, I stare at the one I assume Mav is still hiding behind.

Concern knots up my stomach and before I know what I’m doing, I’ve knocked lightly on the door and cracked it open.

I quickly discover my uneasiness was warranted.

Mav is sitting on the end of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

Fuck.

It’s a reminder just how fucking awful grief is, even if you despise the fucker who’s dead. It still has the power to fuck us over.

Silently, I move across the room and take a seat next to him.

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