Page 33 of Tristano

The man looks at me. “I’m Declan. A friend of Tristano’s.”

“Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming when you did.”

He flashes me a smile. “You’re welcome.” He looks at Tristano before looking back at me. “Some of the girls out there are getting restless, wondering where Sabrina is,” he says, raising a brow.

I answer without thinking.

“I used my undercover name.” I cringe as soon as the words leave my mouth.

This man clearly works with Tristano and now knows I work for the police.

“It’s okay,” Tristano soothes as he rubs my back. “Declan’s safe and already knows.”

“No judgment from me on what you do for a job.” Declan smirks.

“Same.” I smile as I slide off of the doctor’s table. “You said some of the girls want me?”

“Yeah. We don’t know exactly what all happened to you ladies, so we’re keeping our distance for now, but we need to start talking to everyone and making a game plan.”

“Sounds good. Could I maybe get some pants first? In fact, all the women will want pants and other clothes.”

“I already have Miya working on it. Until she gets here, I can see if the doctor we brought in has any spare scrubs for now.”

“Thank you.”

He leaves in search of pants as Tris turns me toward him. He lets his forehead fall to mine. We stand like that, soaking in the comfort we each offer one another.

When Declan comes back, he turns around, letting me pull the scrub pants up.

“The other girls are all in our main meeting room. I know it would have been better to take you to a real hospital, but the cops ask too many questions.” He winces. “No offense. This was the best we could do. We have everyone hooked up to some Ivs and given them something small to eat. The last thing we need is for them to overeat after going without for so long and making themselves sick. We are trying to make this as easy as possible.”

“Let’s get this done then,” I tell him.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Tris’s brows furrow.

Reaching up, I run my thumb over the spot. “Don’t frown or you’ll get wrinkles.”

“I’m not worried, that’s what Botox is for,” he says, making me roll my eyes.

“Can you believe this guy?” I stick my thumb out over my shoulder, pointing at Tristano.

“Ridiculous, right? He wanted to stop earlier and pick out a bedding set for me. As if we didn’t have other shit to do.”

Tristano scoffs from behind me. “And we’re still getting you a set. Shit, Serena would agree with me too if she saw the state of your apartment. At this rate, you’ll never get laid by Trouble.”

Declan glares at Tristano. “Ohhh, who’s Trouble?” I ask.

“Her name is Nikita, and right now she’s not important,” Declan grunts, holding open the door for us.

“She’s totally important,” Tristano whispers into my ear, making me laugh.

As soon as we clear the door, I see what they meant by the meeting room. I must have been held in an office off of the large room with couches and chairs placed strategically around.

“Sabrina!” Olivia shouts as she rushes toward me.

She hits me so hard she pushes me backward into Tristano.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” I ask as I run my hand over her head.

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