But these guys? They were the real deal, experts at cruelty and getting what they wanted. So they’d made a death threat against Colt’s beloved, vulnerable younger sister. Unprotected, living single in the city, Gigi would make an easy target.
Or so they thought.
“You’re the one I can trust,” Colt told me, intense, fervent, more desperate than I’d ever seen him. “You’ll keep her safe.”
“I’ll get her out tonight,” I agreed, not even bothering to formally accept the assignment. No one would hurt Gigi. I didn’t care what they tried to do. I would stop them.
“I’m working on a place—”
“I know a guy.” I took charge of the situation. Colt knew how to make all sorts of business arrangements, but he didn’t know how to make these kinds of plans. We needed a heavily-guarded safe house, the kind of place we could disappear for a while until Colt straightened out the mess.
“Thought you might.” Colt exhaled with relief. I wanted to tell him he should keep on holding his breath, this thing was far from over. But I’d let him worry about that.
I had my mission now. I needed to grab Gigi, steal her away without a trace under the cover of night, and hide her from anyone trying to do her harm. I was on it. I would succeed.
I had only one question. Who was going to protect Gigi from me?