Page 75 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
“Okay.” I put a shaky hand on my forehead. Sometimes I forget he can hire all the people he needs to take care of things for us.
He holds me tenderly. “I’m sorry, Ivy.”
I lift my head and see his furious expression, so at odds with his gentle voice. “For what?”
“That you had to see all this. That you don’t feel safe in your own home.”
I shake my head, not wanting Tony to feel any worse than he does. “It isn’t anybody’s fault. Just bad luck…” I stop as a thought strikes me. “My purse!”
“What about it?”
“The guy who stole it got my keys. That must be how he was able to come in, but I don’t know how he got past the concierge.” I recall how foul he was. No way they’d let him up.
Bobbi obviously shares my opinion, because she narrows her eyes. “It would explain why he had a partner. Had to make sure.”
“So Ivy was mugged specifically?” Tony asks.
Bobbi nods. “Looks like it. If this place is any indication, he knew who she was when he came for her bag.”
My blood chills, and I shiver at the notion that I was targeted…again. “But I thought whoever it was wanted me dead. Other than pushing me, he didn’t do anything. He wasn’t even holding a knife.”
“Maybe the mugging wasn’t where it was supposed to happen.” She sniffs. “I don’t smell gas or anything.”
“Better be safe than sorry,” Tony says. “We’re going to spend the night at a hotel, and we’re throwing out every opened package, all the perishable food, dump all the shampoo. Everything. Get people in to check gas lines and wiring.”
I stare at him, stunned at the kind of work that’s going to take.
“Every piece of clothing need to be laundered,” he continues. “All the sheets, too. You don’t know what could be on them.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, my mind numb and chaotic. I can’t decide which is worse—the car coming at me and Tony, or a house rigged to kill us.
“Shh…” Tony hugs me tightly. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters. Let me take care of all the details. We can spend the night at a hotel, and let TJ and Yuna know, so she can join us there.”
I nod because that’s the only helpful response I can give. His body heat chases away the chills running through me.
Fear slowly gives way to frustration and anger. We shouldn’t have to come home and wonder if some asshole has rigged it to kill us. If this is some kind of sick mind game, he picked the wrong girl. I’m not going to cower and give him the satisfaction.
