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I pulled at his hand, and he released my mouth.

“Get in, let’s go.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lulu

“Has he contacted you since he ran?”

I stared across the desk at Tomas and shook my head. “No.” I’d told him everything he wanted to know. I had no reason not to.

I’d been here for about an hour and, surprisingly, Tomas had kept his word. No one had hurt me, not yet anyway. He’d offered me food and drinks then had proceeded to ask me questions about Pierce. What I knew, places he frequented, people he associated with . . . and all the while Tomas’s extremely dark eyes had been locked on mine, like he could gage whether or not I was lying just by looking at me.

Tomas was a little older than Van, I guessed. Tall and built. Dark skin and hair and a wicked-looking scar on the side of his face. He was intimidating without even trying; I knew this because he wasn’t trying. I could tell he was purposely attempting to put me at ease throughout my interrogation.

He sat back, those eyes still drilling into me. “How old is your son?”

I stiffened.

“I won’t hurt him, Lulu. I would never hurt a child.”

“But you said . . .”

“Sometimes I have to say things I don’t mean to get what I want.” He shrugged. “It’s all part of this business. I’m sure you understand.”

I wished I didn’t, but Pierce had trained me well.

“I have a niece a who’s two, a similar age, yes?”

I nodded. What the hell was this? He’d threatened my aunt, grilled me about Pierce, and now we were going to chat about his niece?

A shout from the hall, just outside Tomas’s office, made me jump in my seat.

Tomas chuckled. “Sounds like Hunter’s come to collect you.”

“Fuck,” a deep voice growled from behind the door. A smack and crunch, which sounded a lot like someone getting hit, followed by another smack, this one wet. Next came a crash and a heavy thud.

I spun back to Tomas. He seemed unperturbed, relaxed even. He was a man that knew the power he wielded. Knew he was untouchable. The door swung open, and the first person I was the body builder. His big frame was writhing on the floor, hands clutching his nose, blood gushing through his fingers like a geyser, cheek split open.

I looked up, and relief hit me with such force I gasped from the strength of it. Hunter stood over him, fists clenched at his sides, breathing heavily. Van and Zeke were at his back, along with some other guy I didn’t know. Then Hunter’s eyes shifted to me, the blue so dark, it almost looked black.

Everyone else’s eyes came to me as well.

I knew he’d find me.

“You want to explain,” Hunter said to Tomas, voice low and deadly calm as he walked in. “Why my woman is here . . . without me?”

Tomas stood. “I just wanted to ask her a few questions, nothing more.” His head tilted to the side. “You know I’d never harm her.”

Hunter looked like he wanted to shoot him. “You want to talk to Lulu, you ask me. From now on, she doesn’t exist for you. You come near her again, we have an even bigger problem than we do now.” He took a threatening step toward Tomas. “Do you understand?”

Tomas dipped his chin. “You know why I did it,” he said, eyes sliding to me then back to Hunter. “I didn’t want her to censor her answers. I know how much you want Pierce for yourself.”

Van cursed. “I told you we’d deliver him to you after we were finished with him.”

Tomas shrugged again. “I don’t like to share.”

Hunter’s fingers curled into tight fists. “How the hell did you know she was with me?”