The Enigma (Unlawful Men) - Page 138

“Don’t fucking tempt me.”

He growls.

And I smile, stepping back.

Then perform a perfectly executed roundhouse kick, knocking the gun right out of his hand. I land softly on my feet, my arm safe, close to my chest, and the gun flies across the bathroom and hits the wall, dropping to the floor.

Bang!

The mirror above the sink shatters, I flinch, and James jumps, his eyes darting to me, checking me over. And he stares at me, stunned, his hand still in position, except now he’s unarmed. I throw him a filthy look, turn, and walk away.

“Not glass,” I call back.

With every minute that passes, James’s mood declines more. I’ve asked him two questions and got no answers. Not because he’s ignoring me. Not because he doesn’t have the answers. He just can’t hear me speak, his mind elsewhere.

I’m sitting on the bottom step, watching him pace up and down in front of the window, turning his phone over in his hand repeatedly. The air is thick with tension. No conversation. Hardly any breathing.

Hearing movement behind me, I look over my shoulder up the stairs. Otto appears, carrying two bags, which I know will literally be loaded. I shuffle to the side, giving him room to pass, my eyes glued to them until he sets them down on the floor by the elevator. He flicks eyes to me. I don’t like the uncertainty I see.

The elevator doors open and Goldie appears, tossing a look I also don’t like to James. She’s fiddling with her suit jacket, fastening it and unfastening it, and Otto is spinning the piercing in his lip constantly.

James goes to the bags and crouches, pulling the zipper of each one open and checking inside. I get up from the stairs and go to him, slowing when my cell rings. The name on my screen has me rejecting the call without thought, and James slowly lifts his head, giving me his attention for the first time in an hour. Of course he would hear my cell. And very quickly, the bastard thing rings again.

“Who is it?” he asks. He knows damn well who it is. Who else would make me this uncomfortable?

“No one.”

“Answer it.”

“Why?”

“So you can say goodbye,” he grunts, nothing but pure hatred marring his face. I’ve already said goodbye. Numerous times. “A final goodbye,” he adds, and because I’m not completely stupid, I take the call. James looks like he could pull one of those guns at any moment and go on a shooting spree. Ollie’s timing is the worst.

“Ollie,” I answer, turning away, unable to see James looking like he’s about to kill something, which is irony at its best. “Now’s not a good time.”

“You’re pregnant,” he says, his tone loaded with disgust. “And by the man who killed your mother?”

“Ollie,” I whisper, stunned by the condemnation in his words. “James had nothing to do with Mom’s death.”

“Explain why he was there then, Beau. I saw him with my own eyes in that footage Nath had. Come on, you were a smart cop.”

“I can’t do this, Ollie.” My shoulder rises to my earlobes, feeling three sets of eyes aimed at my back.

He sighs over a curse. “Beau, please, come to me. Let me help you. I can’t sit back and watch this happen.”

“Ollie—”

“Remember the good times, Beau. We can have that again. Jaz would want that. She’d turn in her grave if she could see this. Who the fuck is he, anyway?”

“Goodbye.” I quickly hang up and turn off my phone, my hands shaking terribly. And suddenly they’re not. Suddenly, James is holding them. I look up at him.

“We need to go,” he says, motioning to the elevator. “Ready?”

Ready? For what? What’s going to happen? What’s his plan?

When I don’t answer, he pulls me along behind him as Otto and Goldie lift the bags from the floor.

Those bags. How many weapons do they need?

And, more to the point, who’s going to bear the brunt of James’s mood?

James rides up front with Otto driving, and I get the pleasure of Goldie’s company in the back. James remains glued to his phone, and numerous times Goldie catches me staring at her. “You never did tell me how you and James know each other.”

She smiles, and I notice out the corner of my eye James moving for the first time since we got in the car. He looks up to the mirror in the sun visor, his eyes on Goldie. Waiting. Or is he warning?

“He saved me,” she says, simple as that, no elaboration.

“How?”

James looks at me before returning to his cell. “Rape,” he says, all too casually, almost detached. “She was being raped.”

I turn my stunned eyes Goldie’s way, and for the first time since I’ve known her, I see emotion on her face. Raped. I can’t imagine any man would be crazy enough to take Goldie on. Frankly, she’s frightening. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, at a loss. What does a woman say to another woman who’s faced that kind of horror?

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