“I can’t—” I began.
“You think I finally got him, and he finally got you, I’d let anyone keep me away?” he asked.
I swallowed.
That made me feel better.
Knight grinned at me and with that, he was almost as beautiful as his brother.
“You’ll lay low. We’ll sort shit. Then we’ll have a family reunion.”
Yes, that made me feel better.
I nodded.
“Not much time,” a man’s voice muttered and I saw the brown-headed, scarred guy moving down the hall from the back of the house.
He had a gasoline canister dangling from his fingers.
I looked back and caught it as Knight lifted his chin to the guy then grabbed my hand, reaching out to take my carry-on from Sylvie in his other.
He moved me toward the pool doors.
I looked back into a hall that now held Sylvie, Raid, Ghost and the scarred man.
“Thank you,” I called as Knight dragged me out the door.
“Don’t get bored senseless in the middle of fucking nowhere,” Sylvie called back as the door swung closed behind me.
That was not going to happen.
I felt my lips start curving.
Knight pulled me down the side of the pool until I started almost running to match him step for step, nearly surpassing him on our way to the back gate.
There was a Maserati in my alley. He helped me into the front seat, threw my bag in the trunk, got in beside me and took off like a shot down the alley.
We were three blocks away before I looked back.
The flames consuming the vast mansion that was so not me (even when I didn’t know what me was) were already dancing toward the sky.
“Valenzuela,” Knight stated.
I settled back in my seat and looked to him.
“Sorry?”
He looked at me out of the side of his eye quickly before returning his attention to the road.
“Benito Valenzuela murdering her sister’ll keep Georgia occupied while we take care of the rest of the business. Same time it does that, obviously it’ll keep her from thinkin’ she needs to look for you.”
They were framing Valenzuela.
I did not want to know and knew not to ask. Filled body bags. Gasoline. It was not for me to know. I knew this because, even if I asked, Nick would have made it so they didn’t tell me.
Still, I started, “Knight—”
He didn’t look out the side of his eye then, but glanced fully at me before he looked back to the street.