Page 73 of Borden 3

Within hours, they reported a heavy presence around his “red roof warehouses.” Two of them went up in flames, while Borden managed to fend off the others.

Fucker hadn’t been wrong, and now Borden knew that shit was getting out of hand.

He’d stewed on it too long and made some obvious connections. Theo was head of this Lost Boys pact that was practically invisible in the city. Getting any information on them was impossible when their presence was overshadowed by the other syndicates.

Every now and then, however, he would be relayed sightings of Theo. Pictures surfaced. The man standing on the street, or ducking into a small grocery store. They never got close enough to capture him. He evaded them every time, like a fucking ghost.

“Boo,” he heard Emma whisper in her nightmares.

Boo.

What was his alleycat dreaming of when she was stuck inside that coffin?

And though things were fucked, there needed to be normalcy. Just because he was losing his city inch by fucking inch didn’t mean he had to stop stepping up his game. His wife had sought out this fucker from her past—though she refused to admit it—and it was causing all kinds of misery for Borden.

Who was this man?

He had asked himself that question way too often. And every time he did, it just led him to thinking of that fuck he pulled apart in the dungeon, and then…

And then what that green-eyed fucker left behind in that abandoned dwelling they raided shortly after Emma and Hector left.

It was a white card.

With writing on it.

“When he is united, divide him.…”

That was all it fucking said.

A warning.

A threat.

He didn't know entirely.

But he didn’t want to think about that now.

Or the fact this man—this fucking Theo—was more than just a boy from Emma’s past. He was more dangerous than he had ever realised.

Borden was determined to get to the bottom of Theo.

He just needed Hawke.

???

He took Emma to the Bistro Bay restaurant in the New Raven Square. She was dressed to kill in a black dress that showed off her tits. He almost wanted to park on the side of the road and have her sit in his lap. The thought of her biting at his mouth as she rode him made him painfully hard.

They found a seat at the top floor of the restaurant. Emma kept shooting him a dry look. She even asked him, “Was it this table you watched me dine with Doctor Death?”

Borden smirked. “How am I supposed to appear all knowing if you figure out all my secrets?”

Emma quirked a brow. “Secrets.”

And that was all she said.

Borden’s eyes dimmed. “They keep you safe.”

“But that doesn’t work both ways, does it?”

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