32. Chapter 32
Chapter thirty-two
Aaron
I catch Ashley’s waist, drag her to me, and press my lips to her ear. “I never willingly left you. Ever. Including tonight.” I don’t give her time to reply. I snag her hand and turn in Savage’s direction. “Let’s go.”
He nods, and we follow him into the hallway and then walk a short distance to his door where we wait as he uses a security panel to allow entry. So far, I’m reasonably impressed. He eyes me over his shoulder. “There are booby traps. If you open the door, and you aren’t me, you’re going to feel pain. If you walk in the door without me, you’re going to end up in a net. That’s just how I roll.”
It's excessive, even given his career choice. I arch a brow. “Enemies?”
“Probably more than you, my man. There’s a reason why I’m single.” He opens the door and motions us forward.
Ashley grimaces, but she doesn’t look at me. “Now, I’m afraid to go inside.”
Savage winks. “I have a pocket knife to cut you out of the net. Promise.”
She scowls, but moves forward into the apartment. Savage gives me a raised eyebrow of his own. “Trouble in paradise?”
“I’ll let you know when we find paradise,” I murmur under my breath, but that quest, that need to get Ashley to some version of paradise, is real. It’s the only damn reason I’m here with Savage when I prefer to work alone. She needs this to be over and now. And she’s right. It’s taking me too fucking long to get that done.
I follow her into the apartment, and she’s already facing me, waiting on me, a challenge in her eyes that I’ll damn sure answer when we’re alone. “Look around,” I murmur, reminding her that I’m safe, but her environment might not be, but then, she trusts the Walkers too much for my comfort.
A conversation we’ll have later.
For now, I grab her and turn her to face the room, my hands settling on her shoulders. “Look around,” I order again, leaning in close. “Find your escape routes, your hiding places. The places to avoid.” And I do the same. I focus on the room rather than the woman making me fucking crazy. I want to kiss her. I want to fuck her. I want to love her. I want to make her see the truth in my lies, but I may never make that happen.
We’re in the living area of an open warehouse-style apartment with gray hardwoods. The kitchen is to the right with a round stone island in the center. Directly in front of us is a stairwell that leads to an upper level. The upper level is framed in its entirety—front, left, and right—with square railings.
A security system buzzes into place behind me, and Savage steps to my side. “The railing makes for a good target platform,” he says, “but I actually have a small soundproof shooting range upstairs. If you want the lady here to learn to shoot, this is the place to make it happen.”
“I know how to shoot,” Ashley says. “But yes, I’d like to practice.” She twists away from me and faces us both, folding her arms in front of her. “Now what?”
Savage eyes me. “I suggest we get Blake over here to chat this out.”
I give a negative shake of my head. “The more people who show up at your place, the more of a target we become.”
“Adam then,” Savage counters.
My lips thin. “How is Adam better than Blake?”
“He’s invisible. A chameleon. He’ll show up dressed like a damn woman if that’s what it takes to get past the enemy.”
“No to Adam,” I say. “Blake’s the one who can get the information. He’s the hacker. Blake’s the one I trust.”
Savage wiggles a brow. “And me, too, right?”
“I’ll meet up with Blake,” I say. “Where and when is the question.”
“You’re hot tonight, a walking target,” Savage says. “I think you two should take that kiss-kiss shit up to the room on the far left and relax a while. If you want extra weaponry, if that’s the shit that gets you warmed up for her, try the shooting range. Look around. You’ll find it.” He motions to the bar off the kitchen. “Time for booze, and I’m ordering pizza. I’ll get extra.”
I’m irritated now. “No pizza. We don’t need an extra person coming up here.”
“The pizza gal is my pal,” he assures me. “If I don’t order pizza on a Friday night, it looks off.”
“If you order extra—”
“It looks like I’m getting laid by a hottie, which sadly is not the case. Relax, man. I got this. Go rest.”
I glance around the apartment again and look at Savage. “Expensive place.”
“Because I’m fucking brilliant. I’m fucking expensive, too. I’m the fucker who fucks people up for money, and thanks to the Walkers, I get paid what I deserve. We’re worth a look at if you decide to go contract. And you don’t have to live here to work for us.”
“I don’t need to work another day in my life,” I say. “I damn sure don’t need to do a job that puts Ashley in harm’s way.”
“Well then, I guess I can assume that your hashtag for relationship goals is all about retirement. Our loss.”
“Hashtag?”
“Gotta stay current, man,” he says. “Keeps you alive.”
He’s an eccentric type, but I don’t completely disagree with him. In fact, I’m impressed that he thinks of everything in terms of staying alive. “We’ll stay.”
His cellphone rings, and he reaches for it. “I didn’t know that was a question at this point.” He glances at his caller ID and says, “Blake.”
I motion for the phone. He hands it to me. “It’s Aaron,” I answer.
“Well, that was a fucking disaster,” Blake snaps. “I’m working an electronic trail to try to find out how the hell that happened. Give me an hour. I’ll call Savage’s phone. And no, it wasn’t one of my fucking men, so don’t go down that piece of shit rabbit hole.” He hangs up. I hand the phone back to Savage. He arches a brow, and I ignore him.
Ashley and I need to talk, which is why I catch her hand, our eyes locking in a fiery collision that confirms we’re in for a verbal brawl. Bring it on. I want this behind us, which is why I give her a tug and lead her toward the stairs. She doesn’t fight me to stay behind with Savage. Why would she? This woman is nothing if not a fireball, ready to kick my ass the way no one else could ever dream of kicking my damn ass. She has always been that one woman, hell, that one person in my life, who matches me with every note; the only person who makes me burn one minute and laugh the next. And yet, she actually believed that bullshit that she spewed in the stairwell. I’m pissed, really fucking pissed, for about ten different reasons, mostly at myself. She’s right on one point. I should have told her sooner, but damn it to hell, this is gutting me.
We can’t just go fight this out. Not yet. Safety comes first. Teaching her to survive comes first.
We cut left at the top of the stairs, and I turn her to the railing, placing her in front of me, pressing her hands to the steel bar. “Scan for every place there is to hide, every way you might escape, which means memorizing the layout. Let me know when you’re done.”
She doesn’t speak, but I can feel her studying the lower level. I, myself, focus on the stone walls first and then the ceiling where industrial pipes run. The stone is secure, but pipes can be weaponized. Ashley rotates to face me. “Kitchen behind me to the left,” she says. “The living area to my right. There’s one door. Oddly, no windows. It’s an open space. Very few places to hide. That’s good and bad. We can see who is where, which means they can’t hide, but we can’t either. Not down there.”
“Wrong,” Savage calls out. “Panel under the stone island has a secret door that leads to a lower level. The button is by the sink.”
I eye him over Ashley’s shoulder and give him a nod, impressed and satisfied that we’re safe for now. I catch Ashley’s hand again, my eyes meeting hers. “You’re learning,” I approve.
“I’m not sure you are though,” she rebuts. “You don’t get to leave again and have us be okay.”
And just that fast, we’re already back in the fight we were having in the stairwell. I start walking, and I don’t have to drag her along or throw her over my shoulder. She’s all in for this battle, quick to keep pace, ready to be alone with me, just as I am with her. Because we both know that some wars are better fought in private, and ours is one of them.