Chapter 16
Summoned
Logan
“Where the fuck is Brooklyn?” I growl as I sit behind my desk in my office at the warehouse.
“He called looking for you earlier. He said something about not being able to reach you on your cell,” Kaye says as she pops her head into my office.
Kaye has been doing a great job, but I get the feeling Felix wants her back home with him. I would feel the same way. However, as long as she’s here in New York, we’re going to keep her safe.
I frown and give her a nod. I have this feeling in my gut: Cole is somewhere doing something he shouldn’t. We’re so close to bringing the Alliance to life.
I can only hope he’s not off doing something that’s going to make me need to kick his ass. My mind goes to Deja. I didn’t think I would have to keep him away from her for so long.
I couldn’t imagine having to be away from Raven for eleven years. It had to be done. I know Cole and his temper.
If Cole knew why we’re keeping the locations for the cousins’ secret, he’d lose his shit, and Oland would be dead before we could accomplish our goals. As guilt begins to settle in, my cell rings on my desk. When I see it’s my granda Oland, I get a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Cole,” I groan before even answering the call.
“Hello.”
“Aye, Logan. It’s yer granda. What about ye, lad?”
“Hello, Oland. How can I help ya?”
“It’s been too long since ya have been home. I have some things I’d like to discuss with ya. I need ya here in Ireland,” he replies.
I bare my teeth, knowing for sure Brooklyn has caught his attention. Fuck. If I don’t go, there’s no telling what he’ll do to my brother.
“When did ya want to see me?” I bite out in frustration.
“I expect to see ya here tomorrow. I’ll be waiting, lad.”
Without another word, he hangs up. I restrain myself from throwing the phone across the room. Instead, I dial Cole’s ass to find out where the fuck he is.
It goes to voicemail, sending my blood pressure through the roof. I hang up without leaving a message and call LaSalle instead. I need to talk to him and give instructions for what to do just in case my granda has something up his sleeve.
“Fuck, Cole. Fuck. What have ya done?” I fume.
Brooklyn
I didn’t want to leave, but I needed to get back to New York. For some reason, I just haven’t been able to bring myself to call Logan and tell him what’s going on. I feel like Deja is a secret I need to keep to myself.
“Can I get you another drink, sir?” The flight attendant asks.
“No, I’m fine,” I grumble.
I’ve been in a foul mood since I left DJ to catch my flight. Something felt off when I said goodbye. Not between us, but with the situation overall.
Almost as if someone were watching us. I almost didn’t leave at all, but I knew I had to. Logan will already have questions when I get back home that I don’t know how I’m going to answer.
“This is going to fucking gut me,” I mutter to myself. “Shit.”