“Right, uh…Tack. I lost my phone. I was on a call to my boyfriend, um –”
He pushed open the door at the same time he twisted his neck and ordered, “Dog, call Lawson. Tell him we got his woman at the compound and she’s safe.”
He knew who I was?
“You know who I am?” I asked as he dragged me into what looked kind of like the rec room of a house except a lot bigger and decorated in shades of seedy bar.
“Make it my business to know everything worth knowin’ in Denver,” he muttered, stopped and stopped me with a tug on my hand.
And since the lights were on I saw him.
Wow.
I’d had a lifetime of rough, gruff men like him visiting my Mom’s trailer and even some of them coming in to visit me in my room. Therefore, I was not big on rough, gruff men who required haircuts and needed to carve out some time to trim their facial hair.
But he was different.
He had some silver in his unruly black hair. He also had visible tattoos and lots of them. Further, he had fabulous bone structure, a dominant brow, a strong jaw. His goatee was long at the chin but for some reason I liked it and I figured this reason was because he wore it well. He had lines radiating from the sides of his eyes and they were extremely attractive.
And he had very, very blue eyes.
“You’re dangerous hot too but a different kind,” I blurted, unfortunately still drunk regardless of the drama I found myself involved in.
His eyes narrowed on me, his head tilted to the side then his goatee moved as both ends of his mouth tipped up slightly.
Oh yes. Dangerous hot.
He turned his head to the boys who followed us in and ordered, “Lockdown Ride. Eyes on the perimeter. No one gets in except Delgado and Lawson.”
On that, he started walking while dragging me behind him again. He took me around a bar to a hallway that had lots of doors off of it.
“Do you know what’s going on?” I asked as he dragged me.
“You know Grigori Lescheva?” he asked back.
Russian mob.
I felt my stomach clench.
Oh boy.
This could not be good.
“I know of him,” I answered as he pushed open a door.
Then he turned on a light and I saw it was a bedroom, a very untidy one.
He pulled me in, stopped us and looked down at me. “Well, he knows you.”
Fantastic.
Tack wasn’t done.
“He also knows your cousin was talkin’ with the DA.”
Damn.
Tack kept going.