“You were told that,” I shot back. “All of that. You just couldn’t get past the California-equals-no-Zane part, and flipped while they told you the rest!”
Before we could start on another war, Uncle Mason spoke up. “You’ll be just north of San Diego, near your uncle Eli. He’s already been looking into places for you to live, and your parents are working something out with them for a car.”
“Lovely. Sounds like everyone is already completely filled in,” Kira sneered.
Uncle Mason didn’t respond for a long time, he just sat there staring at Kira with a somber expression. It was so unlike him. “I don’t want you two to have to do this any more than you do, trust me. Your dad and I know better than anyone what it’s like to pick up and move at a moment’s notice and not be able to have a say in it, so we know what you’re going through.”
Kira mumbled something too low for me to hear, but it was obvious in her expression that she didn’t agree with him.
After a subtle shake of my head, I looked back at Uncle Mason and tapped his leg with my foot to get his attention again. “Okay, so we’ve heard about Juarez’s gang and what happened with Mom being taken. But here’s what I don’t understand and am having a little bit of trouble with. Why, after so much time has passed, do you think it’s them threatening us? Wouldn’t they be over it by now? I mean, couldn’t it just as easily be someone you’ve arrested recently, and you’re just jumping ahead and thinking it’s Juarez?”
Uncle Mason was shaking his head before I even finished asking my questions. “No. It may have been twenty-three years ago, but we haven’t forgotten what happened, and we know for a fact they haven’t and are still holding a grudge, because there have been letters delivered to your dad.”
“What did they say?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“What did they say?” I asked louder, and Kira leaned toward us in her seat to hear his response.
“I said it doesn’t—”
“We deserve to know!” I snapped.
After a beat of silence, he admitted, “They said, ‘Can’t wait to meet the rest of your family,’ or ‘How are those daughters of yours?’ ” Uncle Mason sighed heavily and looked out the window for a few seconds.
“That’s it?” I asked when he didn’t continue. “I mean, that’s really creepy but it doesn’t prove much of anything.”
“It does, because at the bottom it had the gang’s symbol. A symbol your dad and I used to have tattooed on us when we were undercover. A symbol they left spray-painted on your parents’ wall after kidnapping your mom.”
“Oh,” I breathed, and Uncle Mason sent me a look.
“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ ”
May 27
Liam
SQUEEZING CECILY’S WAIST once, I deepened the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. A smirk crossed my face when she tried to follow me. “I gotta go.”
“Just a little longer?” she asked huskily as she pulled on my tie, bringing us closer together.
“I can’t. You know I have to get to that meeting.” Grabbing her slender wrist in my hand, I took my tie from her firm grip and sent her a look.
“Of course, the so-called meeting that no one else in the office seems to know about.” Her full lips pouted, and I exhaled slowly at the annoying look.
“You know about it.”
Cecily smacked my arm and huffed. “Only because you told me.”
“That’s not my problem. Besides, it might be a bad thing that I’m the only one. Who knows? You may get your wish, I might be getting fired.”
She smiled wryly and wrapped her arms around my neck before pressing her mouth to mine. “Now, that definitely sounds like a meeting I want to happen,” she murmured against my lips.
“Power-hungry bitch,” I growled, and kissed her hard once more before backing away.
“Man-whore.”
“Hasn’t stopped you.”
Her gaze raked over me as I backed toward the door before snapping up to my face. “No, it hasn’t.”
I grinned and nodded in her direction. “Are you going to leave my office?”
She slid off the desk and walked around to sit in my chair. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll sit in here awhile to get used to what my new office feels like.”
“I haven’t gotten fired yet.” Not bothering to wait, I walked out of my office and left Cecily in there. I looked behind me to watch the door shut as I fixed my tie, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I thought about the girl in there.
There was no bullshit when it came to Cecily and me. I didn’t like relationships, labels, or being tied down to any one girl; and she liked guys who demanded control. It was the complete opposite of who she was, but I wasn’t going to question it. She wasn’t shy about her need to be at the top of everything—including a company—nor was she shy about her willingness to step on any and everyone to get there.
She wanted my job, I’d known that before we started sleeping together, but she couldn’t have it. And despite our current status and her greed-filled eyes, she wasn’t one to sleep her way to the top—we just happened to be a nice distraction for each other at work.
I looked up just in time to stop myself from running into the man standing in the hallway. He hadn’t been moving; he was just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised as he studied me.