Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“A few more days. I’m working on moving you to Italy,” Tag explained. “Chelsea and Si have a place in Venice. From there we’ll get you back to the States. Sanctum is the perfect place. You can work and live there, and you won’t have to hide out on club nights, so you’ll have some company.”
“Is there any way I could go to Colorado?” There was a wistful quality to Kim’s question.
He felt his heart threaten to seize at the hope in her voice. And actually it wasn’t a terrible idea. “They don’t have CCTV there. We could find a quiet cabin and have a little freedom.”
Kim liked to hike and take long walks. Being stuck in one place would be difficult for her.
“I would have to talk to John…I mean Henry.” Tag fiddled with his phone again, typing something in. “But I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
Kim sat back. “Of course. Dallas it is. And thank you so much, Chelsea. Please thank your husband for me, too. I appreciate you letting me stay at your place. I know it’s risky.”
Chelsea shrugged. “Nah. I know what it means to be on both sides of this. I’ve worked for the Agency and pretty much been hunted by them. It all sucks. I should also let you know that I’m trying to run down the hacker Green used. He’s honestly our best bet at proving this data is forged. If he or she has half a brain, they likely kept a record. It’s like a before and after shot. I would do it in case I needed to prove something.”
Tag sent his sister-in-law a glare. “You did it so you could blackmail your clients.”
“I…” Chelsea began and then gave up. “It was a different world, and most of my clients were assholes. I haven’t blackmailed anyone in years. I kind of miss it.”
“Yeah, we desperately need to get you back in the game,” Tag said under his breath before looking to Ezra. “Look, we’re going to find a way to fix this. You’ve got two teams on your side, and we won’t let you down. Solo, I owe you for what’s happening today, and I don’t forget to pay my debts. Chelsea and I have to go get the girls. Our package is being delivered shortly, and I suspect it’s going to coincide with Levi’s arrival. How’s that for perfect timing?”
“Well, you are Satan,” Chelsea said with a grin. “You do have the devil’s luck.”
“What I have is a kid on the inside. At least I hope I do. We’re about to find out.” Tag pocketed his cell and stood up. “Rene showed you how to work the security cameras, right? You might find this interesting. I kind of like the idea that you’ll be watching the fucker while he’s trying to figure out where you’re hiding. You two stick together. And Ezra, I’m glad you followed my advice. Now don’t fuck it up.”
Chelsea picked up her bag. “This is going to be the fastest trip to Europe ever. The good news is I sleep well on that Lawless jet. Most sleep I’ve had since Sophy was born.”
“And I don’t sleep at all so I’m cranky,” Tag shot back. “Let’s go. I want to get this over with and make Levi feel like a massive asshole.”
“Is she okay?” Kim asked.
He was curious about Sasha’s daughter, too.
Chelsea stopped at the top of the stairs. “She’s spent the last two years in an orphanage in Siberia because her mother died under mysterious circumstances. We think she was looking for her husband and someone silenced her and then dumped her daughter far, far from home.”
“But we’re going to take care of her, right?” He owed Sasha. They all did.
Tag’s brow rose over his eyes. “You’re kidding, right? You honestly believe my Charlie could find a seven-year-old girl who’s been abandoned and not bring her home? I’m not here to check up on Tasha. I’m here to pick up my daughter because that’s what she’ll be in a few months.”
“I thought one of the Lost Boys would take her if she needed a home.” He knew Robert and Tucker had talked about it.
“She only speaks Russian,” Chelsea explained. “That’s why I’m here, and the girls. Ian’s Russian is shit.”
“It is not.” Tag’s hands were on his hips. “My Russian is excellent. I talk to the kids in Russian all the time.”
“Yes, and they laugh at you behind your back,” Chelsea retorted as she started down the stairs.
Big Tag grimaced. “They don’t bother. They laugh to my front. The word for fact in Russian is pronounced a whole lot like fuck. So naturally my girls point out a lot of fucks to me. It’s a whole thing at school. You two stay safe. We won’t come back after the meeting. We’ve got to get home.”