38. Alex
Chapter thirty-eight
Alex
“Hey, Rach, I have got to go to the airport,” I yelled down the hall at her. She was getting dressed in real clothes instead of pajamas, so we could come up with a plan to get Olivia back.
Rachel comes out of the bedroom, wearing black leather pants, a white shirt, a leather jacket, and bright red stiletto heels. Her makeup is done, including lipstick that matches her heels, and her blonde hair is pulled up into a high ponytail.
Instantly my cock starts to get hard, having a mind of its own. I would take her back to my room if the situation weren’t so serious and time-sensitive. We had to leave now, but damn, she looks sexy as hell.
“Ready to go, handsome?” she says, walking past me. She pats my chest lightly as she passes me and goes down the stairs. I turn and follow, grabbing the keys as we head to the garage and get into the black lifted Toyota 4Runner I purchased after deployment.
When I get into the driver's seat, I look over at Rachel, and she is pulling a knife out of her bra and starts to flip it in her hand.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” I ask her in shock. She just pulled out a fucking knife like it’s no big deal.
“My bra.” She replied nonchalantly with a shrug, like it was completely normal.
“How many knives do you have on you right now?” I ask. I am honestly scared to know the answer, but I need to know how armed she is.
“I only have five on me. Why?” She raises an eyebrow at me as if questioning my question.
“Good lord, woman! Are you trying to kill me? Why didn’t you tell me you were armed? Why are you armed?” I start firing off questions at her. She grabs the knife and licks the blade, looking sexy as hell and psycho all at once.
“No, I am not trying to kill you, Alex. If I were, you would already be dead. And I love you too much for that. Also, I am armed because we don’t know what we’re getting into. We don't know who Oliver is; if I am not mistaken, you remember my past just as well as I do. I also don’t plan on getting captured, either. I do plan on killing whoever decided it was a great idea to take my girl, and now that you know that I don’t feel bad for killing people, I decided that I don’t have to hide that side of me anymore.” She continues to mess with her blades like it's completely normal.
“Wait a minute. First… Did you say you loved me?”
She facepalms her forehead and sighs. “Yes, Alex. Now, let's get to the real situation at hand. Get Oliver so that we can rescue Olivia?” My face flushes with her admission, and my heart squeezes. She said she loved me. I wasn't expecting that, especially with everything that has been going on. I know that if I had to label my feelings, they would be the closest thing to love I have ever had.
Ten minutes later, we pulled into the airport, and Oliver was standing next to his jet with his duffle bag slung over his shoulders. He looked exactly like a male version of Olivia. It was honestly kind of creepy. If I were gay, I would absolutely go for him. But I am straighter than straight. So it's good that there is a female version of him. That is all mine—well, not exactly all mine—but mine and Rachel's.
I get out of my car and walk up to Oliver. I’m sticking my hand out for a handshake. “Hey man, I am Alex.”
“Oliver.” He returns the handshake but gives me a questioning look.
Alrighty then…. I guess we are on questionable terms. What the fuck did I do to this fucker?
“Do you know where my sister is?” he asks, scouting the area for anything that could potentially go wrong. I know that look because I do it, too.
“I have ideas, but nothing is coming back solid.” My guys have been searching, but I have all of my grandfather’s guys against me.
When we get to the car, Rachel moves to the backseat, holding the tip of her knife on her finger and twisting it in circles. It is not hard enough to break the skin, but it makes Oliver look at me and lift an eyebrow, questioning my sanity. I want to tell him he has no idea what he just walked into, but I keep my mouth shut.
“Hey, Rach. This is Oliver. Olivia’s twin brother.” I introduce them.
Rachel looks up from the blade and gets an ear-to-ear smile. “Hey! I am Rachel! I’m Olivia’s girl.” She said, bouncing in her seat to move forward so she could reach Oliver and wrap him in a hug. This time, a confused look crossed Oliver’s face; all I could do was smile and shrug.
“Well, aren’t you the cutest little psycho I have ever met?” He replies with a slight chuckle.
Rachel shrugs as if it's no big deal. “Some call me psycho; I call it being protective. So basically the same thing.” She hops back to her seat and starts to play with her knife again. "So, who are we killing for taking my girl?" She says without looking up from her knife.
Oliver looks over at me and raises an eyebrow again. This dude has no idea who his sister has in her corner.
“So tell me what you know,” I demand from Oliver, ignoring Rachel's question because mine will answer hers.
Oliver tells me about his family being the Irish mafia and how my grandfather wanted shipments to come into New York. So, he was trying to create a plan with Olivia’s dad, but the O’Connors didn't want to make a deal in the skin trade. He then goes on to tell me about the phone call my grandfather had with his dad. Olivia's voice was shaky, but she seemed to be well from what they could hear, and he had been looking for anything on Olivia’s whereabouts since that call.
We pull up to the house, and as soon as I park the car, Rachel runs out and up the stairs. When she comes back down, she is changed into a pencil skirt, a flowing white button-up blouse, and her signature red heels. Her hair is pulled back in a twisty bun thing. “Where are you going?”
“I have to go to the office. I got a text from Katie saying someone was at the office for me,” she says. Damn, the girl can kill someone without blinking an eye, then turn around and fight for justice in the courtroom. It's like a switch she can turn on or off. I am grateful we have her on our side in this war that is about to happen. I don't want to be on the receiving end of her knives.
I lean in and kiss her. “Let me know when you make it to the office, and let me know if you need my help with anything,” I say, pressing another kiss on her head.
“I’m a big girl, Alex; I can handle myself. Also! One of your girls is a hotshot Lawyer, remember?” She pats my cheek, winks at me, and walks to the garage.
Oliver looks at me with another questioning look. “I am guessing there is more that I need to learn.”
I pour two glasses of whiskey from the wet bar in my office and hand him one. I swallow a healthy drink and say, “More than you think.”
I gestured for him to sit down so we could come up with a plan. We can pass the information on to Rachel when she gets home.
“Alright Lopez García.” Alex looks up from his whiskey.
“I'm gonna stop you right there! Don’t call me that! EVER! It's either Alex or García.” I say sternly with a no-bullshit look on my face. I fucking hate being called by my grandfather’s name.
“Got it. My bad, dude.” Oliver holds his hands up in surrender.
“No problem. I am just not very fond of my grandfather, and that’s his name, not mine.” I take a healthy drink of my whiskey.
Oliver clapped his hands together and leaned his elbows onto his legs. “Alright, Alex. Let’s save my sister.”