Page 44 of With A Little Luck
I’m cranky.
Having Knox in my space is one thing. He’s used to staying over since he keeps King for me whenever I’m out of town. Adding Trigg to the mix is making me itchy.
“Hey, asshole, did you forget the way to my house?” I grumble, smacking the back of Knox’s head.
I was just contemplating asking where they want to grab takeout from for dinner, but it seems like Knox is lost.
Delivery is probably easier, anyway. That way, we don’t have to sit around waiting for them to make the food.
“No.” He snorts. “Trigg told me that we have one more stop.”
“That is correct,” Trigg says. “Make the next right. Two streets down, you’re going to make a left. I need to pick up my girlfriend.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “You mean kidnap the poor woman who has no idea you’ve been stalking her?”
After our meeting with Easton yesterday, everything moved fast.
The office went into lockdown mode, and everyone was informed of the threat.
Knox brought all his stuff over last night and took over the room he always stays in.
Trigg came over and gave us the full rundown of everyone he thinks Costa brought to Vermont and all the known players who viewed my contract. Half of them probably aren’t even here, but he went through every one of them. Either way, it’s good to know who to look out for.
He stayed focused during his debrief, but for the rest of the night up until he left, Trigg was on his phone repeatedly. Every time I tried to catch a look at what he was watching, he quickly exited the screen.
I would say that poor woman has no idea she has cameras in her house.
Not that it’s my business.
It probably runs in his genetics or something. Easton was all over Briar’s ass for months, and she had no idea. I know better than to get between a psychopath and their current hyperfixation.
Here’s hoping we don’t end up in jail for kidnapping…
Knox stays in the SUV, but I follow Trigg to the door. Someone should probably be around to ensure he doesn’t scare the poor woman to death.
He seems like the type to tote her kicking and screaming from the house.
Dammit.
I should have waited in the SUV too.
Maybe even encouraged Knox to drive off while Trigg was preoccupied.
Speaking of the deranged alpha, he hits a knee by the front door and begins picking the lock.
Jesus.
Where the hell did that thing come from?
Does he have a spawn tool like a video game character?
“Don’t you think knocking would be a better approach?” I ask, shoving my hands into my pockets and rocking on my heels.
“No,” he says simply, moving from the top lock to the bottom. “Once she gets comfortable, it’s difficult for her to get up.” He sighs heavily. “Also, if that asshole who thinks he can beat me in an alpha pissing match is the one to open the door, I might snap his neck. Then I’ll have to explain why he disappeared, and no excuses seem plausible.”
“Man, tell me you’re not about to try to kidnap a woman who has a boyfriend.” I’ve seen Easton do some pretty questionable shit over the years—illegal activities that I swore we would go down for—but he’s calculating enough to plan for all the variables before taking action.
Trigg is a few years younger than us, which could be the reason, but he doesn’t seem to have that same level of premeditation.
