Shit. She was probably trying to sleep before she had to leave for the airport, but I needed to hear her voice.
“There’s some shit going down with the club. Just roll with it,” I said through the mask.
“Are you okay?” The bed shifted under her with a predictable squeak. “Are you geared up? I can barely hear you.”
“Just checking on you, Daph,” I breathed.
“What about Wolfe?”
I cleared my throat, watching the way his eyes sparkled in the rearview.
“He’s fine. Get some rest, all right? Big day tomorrow.”
“Yeah, right. I can’t sleep worth shit,” she said through a shaky laugh. “Every time I try, all I hear isHungry Eyes.”
“You mean that song from the movie where they grind all over each other?”
She smiled. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it in the way she breathed.
“Dirty Dancing,” she corrected. “Your favorite!”
Yeah. That fucking movie. It was the one thing she grabbed from her shitty little life before we disappeared out of her window forever.
“I’ve got to go,” I said, watching Nathem creep closer to the idling car. “Text me when you get to the airport.”
The last bursts of gunfire cracked in the distance, and Wolfe moved into the night air.
“Should I ask Kade to come in? I feel bad he’s just standing out there.”
“No,” Wolfe and I growled in unison.
“Fine,” she yawned through a laugh. “But you’re an asshole. Be safe, okay?”
“Kay,” I agreed, and dropped the call.
“You didn’t answer me,” Wolfe said, passing me a rolled-up set of knives that I tucked into my back pocket. “What time does her plane leave?”
“Five,” I breathed low, wanting to hit him until all the pain went away.
“Did you see the list?” Jessie came up behind us when we shut the car door, but Blade lingered, flanking Wolfe in case Karsten’s men showed up with backup. I nodded, picking up the pace. “They don’t seem to be aware of her identity yet.”
“Well then, let’s find out how much they do know,” I said, throwing my fist through the driver’s window and dragging the piece of shit into the rain. I stared at him, but I didn’t see him. He was faceless. Soulless. Not a real person. Because none of us were. If we had pulses, then how would we sleep at night?
“Driving a little close tonight, aren’t we?” I dropped him on the pavement, watching his skull bounce off the wet rock. “Bring the other one around.” I motioned to Blade, who dragged a big fucker to my side and let him go with a plop.
“Shit,” he breathed, holding his stomach in pain.
“Honestly,” Wolfe glared. “Go for a run sometime.”
“I fuck enough. I don’t need to run.” He made a face.
Shit. Here it comes.
“Just ask your sister!” Blade smiled, and Wolfe punched him right in the dick.
The two of Karsten’s men watched us like we were amateurs, and I loved that for them.
“Which one are we going to play with?” I tossed a glance at Wolfe, who had a talent for pinpointing the soft ones. It was the same intuition that allowed him to pick up on the dark things in Daphne’s head. He paid attention to nonverbal cues, and for those who did not bet on psychology, it almost looked like magic.