Page 76 of Nest of Thieves
“How the fuck did that happen?” Lark growls.
I turn toward him, studying the angry line across his forehead and the way his shoulders tighten the longer he listens.
“You’re sure?” A moment for whoever is on the line to answer. “Okay. Report to the shop. Vette and Mac are there. I’ll let them know you’re on the way, and call Doc.” He hangs up and taps on his screen.
“Everything okay?”
“No,” he says, not offering any more. He places the phone to his ear.
I wander over to the bed and pick up my cell, navigating to the contacts. I stare at my sister’s name. I want to text Tori to ask for advice, but I don’t know how to explain the situation.
“Doc, we need you at the shop now. Orion got jacked.” He hangs up and calls someone else.
“Vette,” he says. “We have a problem. Some punk ass kids playing gangster attacked Orion while he was on his job.”
A hundred bucks says the job was illegal.
“No, he didn’t get the car. He’s lucky he got away with his life. He and Doc are on the way to the shop. How do you want to retaliate?”
I close my phone and set it on the table, listening to Lark’s conversation and not bothering to hide my curiosity. If he didn’t want me to hear it, he would have left the room.
“Yeah, I’ll put a call into D—” He cuts off mid-sentence and glances at me.
Uh-oh. Looks like someone almost slipped up. D is Damien, has to be. Looks like I’ve found the man I’m looking for.
“I’ll call him.” He hangs up.
“Trouble in paradise?” I ask, grinning because I have the name of their boss.
“It’s not a joke. Orion got stabbed twelve times before he got away.”
My smile falls. “Shit. Is he okay?”
“We won’t know until Doc sees him.” He moves toward the door, stopping and glancing over his shoulder. “Do you want to come with me?”
I lift my eyebrows. “You think that’s smart?”
“Do you want to come?” he asks, ignoring my question.
Glancing around my room, I debate staying. It would be another boring day of homework and hanging out. While I enjoy the indoor pool, learning about their business is far more intriguing. Maybe I’ll meet the boss.
“Sure. Let me grab my purse.”
“I’ll meet you in the garage.” He leaves the room.
I shove my phone into the purse, along with Mac’s knife, and slip on a pair of flats. I need to buy some new clothes soon. I only packed enough for a week. I’d planned on getting more when the time came and it’s about that time. I’ll have to ask one of them to take me, so I won’t have to mess around with a cab. For now, my shorts and wrinkled shirt will do. It’s not like I’m trying to impress anyone.
Not really.
Only a little, but if the guys don’t like me in my casual clothes, they don’t deserve me in my fuck-me dresses.
* * *
Lark’s Aston Martin is on, the air conditioner blasting to cool the inside. I stop next to where Lark stands in front of the car. He glances at me and smiles, the flash of a dimple searing into my brain.
“Ready?” His gaze slips down my body. “Are you hungry?”
“You seem worried about me eating.”
